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Posted: Tue, 26/04/2022 07:31 (3 Years ago) |
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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767 |
Posted: Tue, 26/04/2022 06:25 (3 Years ago) |
   "ωє ѕєяιαℓ кιℓℓєяѕ αяє уσυя ѕσиѕ ωє αяє уσυя нυѕвαи∂ѕ ωє αяє єνєяуωнєяє αи∂ тнєяє ωιℓℓ вє мσяє σf уσυя ¢нιℓ∂яєи ∂єα∂ тσмσяяσω." ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ Character Name - Harue Aoi Age - 24 Appearance - Aoi is a young person with relatively youthful looks. While the dark circles under pale grey eyes and unkempt hair might frighten people, especially if encountered in the dead of night, but rest assured that Aoi is simply a puppy trapped in a human body. Their skin is pale and sallow, a unfortunate side effect from their chronic illness, and other physical symptoms such as thin hair, a butterfly smattering of rashes on their cheeks and nose, and petachie among other things. Their hair is constantly being dyed so it changes colour constantly, but what doesn't change is Aoi's preference for soft oversized clothes. Personality - Outwardly, Aoi is gentle and soft spoken, getting along well with people they have just met. They are social and well meaning, always taking in gentle tones and warm smiles. One would have to be stone hearted to hate someone as nice as Aoi. Kind and reserved yet always controlling the flow with their soothing voice. They excel in domestic affairs, wielding knives as if they're an extension of their arm and quite proficient with a needle and thread. Perhaps... a little too well. But all those fall to the wayside whenever someone spends enough time with Aoi and learn that though they are chronically ill that doesn't stop them from living the best life they can. At times, they can fall into bouts of melancholy, spacing out at odd times and experiences minor seizures, but he is assuredly fine. There isn't anything wrong with him whatsoever. Not at all :) Backstory - Aoi wasn't anyone special when they were born, another number in the millions of other people. Their family was relatively normal, more bookish and reserved than the rest for sure but still normal. Their parents adored one another, shaping young Aoi as they saw how their parents obsessed over their partners. They were the perfect couple, a love that Aoi so desperately desired and received from their parents and in turn obsessively gave to them. They were born ill and while it posed no problem in their youth, keeping up with the other children in their rambunctious play, it began to take its toll as Aoi grew older. Often times they were rushed to the hospital where the smell of antiseptic and hospital beds became their home. School became a forgone conclusion as they only seemed to worsen, permanently residing in the long term care ward as their Lupus and other symptoms only got worse. By some stroke of luck, however, Aoi recovered enough to live outside of the hospital with often check ups. There they started streaming not only as a means to get money but also as a means to keep up with the ever evolving world. They couldn't go out much with their poor health but streaming took the edge off of it. Of course, they still spent quite a lot of time in the hospital but they did have some degree of freedom. He appears to have plans for the Purge but what they are... well it'll come to pass soon enough Password - You know, its so mysterious. Every time I watch a horror movie, I just black out in the first minute and magically wake up when the credits roll. I dunno why. Group Chat? - Lemme innnnnnnn Other - Be gay, do crimes [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 24/04/2022 00:44 (3 Years ago) |
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Username: Tsukoyomi Character Name: San Pokémon Species: Skitty  Gender/Pronouns: Male [He/Him] Personality: Above all else, San is fundamentally kind. While he may be over the top energetic and is more concerned with chasing his tail than whats going on with humans, San will never abandon someone in need of help. He might be mischievous, always looking to pester and lovingly bully any friends he makes, but he is a reliable pokemon to have on your side. Just make sure you cuddle him lots or he'll get pouty and clingy. Moveset: Fake Out | Sucker Punch | Assist | Thunder Wave Ability: Normalize PP group?: Let me innnnn LET ME INNNNNNN Other: San is functionally agnostic. Yes there are gods out there but does he care? Nah, he has much better things to worry about. Like chasing his tail .... does Cookie Dough count? Show
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Username: Tsukoyomi Character Name: Aeleus Pokémon Species: Latios  Gender/Pronouns: Enby [They/Them] Personality: Reserved and a bit taciturn, Aeleus is quick to judge but also surprisingly open minded because of their psychic abilities. They can jump to conclusions and assumes a lot of things mostly to their own detriment, but do their best to take in everything they can. They are a steady and reliable ally to have on your side, always carrying out tasks as efficiently as possible, prioritizing efficiency over anything else. They dislike fighting and prefers to carry others away to safety but will fight if necessary. Moveset: Calm Mind | Dragon Pulse | Thunder | Luster Purge Ability Levitate PP group?:(Yes or No) Already in ☆⌒(≧▽° ) Other: [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 23/04/2022 09:18 (3 Years ago) |
   "ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴜɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ "ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴇꜱ" ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴜʟᴄᴇᴛ ᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ "ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ" ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ" - Excerpts of a Kitchen Witch 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 The sea churned gently, deceptively calm as the creatures which called the water their home leisurely swam among the vibrant life that permeated every strata of existence in the ecosystem. As things was to inevitably be, life and death's unending cyclical loop continued in harmony, neither giving to the other. "Call the Sea Witch, quickly damn it!" "B-but ma'am the price-" "I don't care, call her!" A pod of Sirens quickly scramble to do their matriarchs bidding, fan tails swaying in the water as they grab the presumed materials. "Do you think this will really work?" One young siren whimpered, hands full of aquamarine crystals each larger than the rest as it glimmered under the refracted sunlight peeking through the surface. He trailed after his sister who was carrying quite the assortment of lustrous and shining shells all taken from the matriarch's special cave. "I-i mean, the Sea Witch is just a children's lullaby right? Sure its a really popular one and almost species has a variation of it but there's no way she's real, what is the Mistress thinking? Not to mention the price...." His mumbling were quickly shut down when his sister whipped around to bare her fangs at him, a rattling hiss making her gills flutter. "Silence, guppy. You don't get to question our matriarch's words when you are nothing but another dog. Be glad you even have gills and a tail." She spat out before whipping around and flicking her tail towards the Matriarch's cove where her firstborn brood was slowly rotting away with egg weed. No amount of medicine seemed to be slowing the infection, slowly eating more and more of the clutch until only a few remained. And so, as a last ditch effort, their leader had demanded that her pod summon the fabled Sea Witch. A ring of Aquamarine stones, each cupped in the gentle grasp of a pristine shell, must encircle a group of four, each with a pearl in their right hand. The ones in the ring then must sing in an old tongue, one that had been made by the Sea Herself may She always bless us and give us strength, and become Her mouthpiece, calling forth a witch who healed through the powers of the Sea Herself. It was a common children's lullaby, sang countless times by broodmothers to their fry and he had heard it enough times when his own broodmother had ran her claws through his sister's scales that he had all but memorized it. It ran through his head as he set down the aquamarine stones, its winking faces almost mocking him as he took care not to crack any of the shells. The surreal feeling of the whole ritual didn't even leave his mind as four sirens took point and linked hands, each right hand upturned and a single pearlescent orb placed on their palm. As soon as the circle was cleared, it was as if a different spirit overtook the sirens and from their mouth poured forth a choir of words that made his head buzz with the power imbued in each syllable. A haunting eulogy that none of them could understand rippled through the waters, Her call pleased at the offering. They all flinched back when on a crescendo the pearls into a dust, carried away by the waves as the chorus came to and end amongst the swirl of technicolor fragments. With bated breath, the pod watched with bated breath when the debris was gently washed away, leaving only the four slumped and unconscious forms of the siren who had participated and no signs of anything or anyone who could fit the bill of "Sea Witch". Some of the sirens looked between each other, concerned murmurs rising as they pittered over the implications of such a phenomenon. The ritual was supposed to work wasn't it, the lullaby had all but guaranteed it but somehow she still hadn't been called. Distantly he could hear the matriarch barking out orders to get more pearls but all he could focus on was that the ritual didn't work. Of course it didn't it had been from a children's story after all, a simple tune made of nonsensical words that exhausted broodmothers used to put unruly guppies to sleep. Why would something like that work? "Ah, you don't need to do the summon again. I'm here." A soft voice cut through the chaos, gentle and steady among the panic. Almost as one, every head whipped over to the source to find a creature awkwardly smiling, a clawed hand waving as if they didn't quite know what to do with their body. The water made their soft blonde hair float around their sturdy face almost like a halo of purity only aided by the soft glow the odd green rock that served as their necklace held, everyone immediately noticing the sleek serpentine body which lazily flicked back and forth to keep the body afloat, two sets of majestic horns curling around to frame a star speckled face. An Ophiotaurus, he realized with a gulp. Her guardians and messengers. Of course the Sea Witch would be one of them he thought almost bitterly. "Please, if someone is in need of healing, lead me to them." The Sea Witch curled one hand over a pouch by their side, fashioned in a shape that none of them had seen before. It was... weird and foreign, a reminder that the creature before them had undoubtedly traveled to places that they hadn't before. [WIP] [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 18/04/2022 08:43 (3 Years ago) |
   "𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕." ...:::**•°✾°•**:::... “I’m glad you’re back.” Hyeon’s sister murmured as the siblings watched their parents chat among other family friends and connections, the two taking the time to catch up with each other. Hyeon furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced over at Hyejin. He… had always been there? Sure, his frequent stays at the hospital and burgeoning idol career had taken him away from his family more often than not but he had always made an effort to stay connected with them through SNS and other commutative means. Was visiting them once a month not enough? Hyejin must have noticed his apparent confusion as she rushed to clarify. “It’s not like you weren’t here in the first place, I’m actually really glad you could get on stage. Being an Idol was good for you and I really liked your latest title track, Blue Spring was it, so it’s not like I’m trying to say that it’s good that you quit. It’s just, you know how Uncle Minhyuk gets about things. He didn’t really take the whole thing well…” She trailed off with a grimace and Hyeon couldn’t help but mirror it as well. While his immediate family liked to play off their relatives as being the weird ones for not being supportive of his idol career but in reality, they were all just as bad. There was a reason why he had moved out to company dorms and then into a joint house with Aoi even if he did try and remain in contact with everyone else. They had been the only one who had accepted both the militant and the countries sweetheart part of him while being fully aware of how both sides were different yet irrevocably a part of what made Hyeon himself. At best his family saw it as a passing fancy, something to entertain but never the lifelong dream that it was. He was almost thankful for the announcement, allowing him to briefly hug his sister and sharply salute the rest of his family. “I won’t be long now.” He assured his father who seemed to be holding back his tears. He had always been much more emotional than his mother, the true head of the family. For her part, his mother didn’t do very much, only straightening out his clothes and patting him roughly on the shoulder. Hefting his bag, he made his way over to the building only to be stopped by a soft touch on his elbow. He turned around to apologize only to see the flash of soft grey eyes before an achingly familiar body wrapped themself around his waist and snuggle him close. “Hey, what’s this? Didn’t we already say our goodbyes earlier? Getting sentimental aren’t we.” With a chuckle, he patted Aoi’s back, running his hand up and down their flank as if they were a skittish animal. In some ways it was to calm Hyeon as well, feeling the physical reassurance that his partner was at his side, was real enough to touch, and real enough to love. A soft mumble pressed into his chest had Hyeon squirming at how the soft puff of air which ghosted over his skin. “Speak up dear, I know you love my chest but you don’t have to use the excuse of speaking to my heart. You can do that just by talking normally.” The scowl he received was almost worth the harsh pinch to the side that he got. Almost. Doubling over with a whine of pain, Hyeon pouted up at Aoi but was only pulled in closer so he was now awkwardly resting his chin on their shoulder. “I… I just found out t- I found something out. So come back soon so I can tell you.” Came the breathy confession, so quiet that even Hyeon had to strain to hear it. Nonetheless he still heard it and his face must have telegraphed some sort of emotion as Hyeon was promptly given a firm smack upside the head which had him whining once again. “I’m not pregnant you ass, I had a ligation.” They hissed, sniffing almost as if they had been insulted. “Now go, if I tell you now you won’t ever leave. And if things go as planned… well I guess we’ll have a lot of time to live for ourselves.” At those words, Hyeon couldn’t stop himself from perking up at that even through the slight pain still radiated from where his partner had so cruelly beaten and abused their poor, innocent significant other just when he was about to be sent off all alone without them to that was sure to be a very scary and terrifying experiment ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ With a monumental amount of willpower, Hyeon somehow found the will to extract himself from Aoi’s grip with a soft tap to the side. “I’ll do my best then.” He promised, gently squishing their soft mochi like cheeks between his hands, delighting at the pursed lips and narrowed eyes. He wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid the harsh shove that hit against his shoulders which made him yelp and dance away from the still swinging hands and flushed red face. “Alright alright, I’m going now.” He laughed despite the threatening sight of Aoi winding up for another punch. “Stay safe.” He resisted the urge to blow a sarcastic kiss and instead hurried over to the front or else he really would be late. Giving the man at the door a winning smile and a name tag, all he got in return was an unimpressed stare and a nod in towards the building. Ouch, that was harsh though Hyeon supposed he did deserve it somewhat. Honorably discharged or not, it still stood that some people would think that he had taken the easy route out and gone for something “easy” like idol work. It had been two years already; couldn’t they give it a rest? Still, he saluted to the man and quickly hurried inside half-convinced that he was the last one to arrive. Perhaps that was true because he only caught sight of a person who he had only ever heard in passing only after he had entered the main room and had been instructed to stand on the far side. He couldn’t help but stare a little as he mindlessly walked to where he had been instructed to, too caught up in the reality that he was in the same room as The Alpene Flanswick. Sure, he had read on paper that Alpene had also been selected for the project but reading about it and actually experiencing was two wholly different experiences. That man had been a legend but by the time he had been discharged, he fell out of touch with military happenings and thus still didn’t know the whole story about the man who seemed so listless, contrary to the stories he had heard. There were contrary whisperings that surrounded him after his resignation but Hyeon had always supposed it was because of some sort of army powerplay political buffoonery that he wanted no part in. So instead of confronting him, Hyeon instead wrenched his eyes away and minded his own business no matter how hard of a task that was to achieve and went to pick a spot on the wall to stand by, back straight and at attention. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 16/04/2022 00:53 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 15/04/2022 04:22 (3 Years ago) |
  Username: Tsukoyomi Character's name: Alaparos Papadopoulos-Yrjö-Koskinen Age: 527 Pronouns: He/Him What kind of creature are they? Ophiotaurus, a creature who roams the deep guarding their very lives. People say that if one kills them and burns their entrails as an offering, then an unimaginable power will be granted onto them. This leads to many creatures hunting them for the off chance that these rumors are true, the population plummeting to a terrifying degree. What was once a stable population has now been reduced to only a few pods mostly migratory in nature. They are guardians of the ocean and carry with them a responsibility to preserve its natural beauty but due to its dwindling numbers, many members have begun neglecting that duty. Appearance: Alaparos is a large heavy set man with a sturdy build with Greek heritage. He has dark olive skin with smatterings of freckles as well as dark blond hair that reaches around mid back that is often tied up in a half pony tail framed around sea blue eyes. He occasionally wears makeup but keeps it light, limiting it to eyeliner and lip gloss. Both his ears are pierced and he has a septum CBR piercing, a plain leaf tattoo crawling up the left side of his neck. On land, he is bound to a wheelchair and though he is capable of walking on his legs, it is quite painful and he prefers to use mobility aids to travel around. Although he appears quite much like a human, the double set of horns sprouting from his temples and a long serpentine tail connecting to his deer like front legs give him away at once. He enjoys more feminine clothes and will often sport skirts when on land. Personality: Alaparos is a gentle where the others are cruel and empathetic where others couldn't give a damn. Alaparos is a gentle giant who would do anything to for those he feel close enough with, standing on the front lines not to fight but to protect the home he has made amongst the cruelty and sadism of reality. He is cheerful character bright against the drab scenery of the world, always willing to help out. He is the heart of any group he finds himself in, encouraging others and generally making the mood as cheerful and upbeat as it can be. He is very protective of creatures that are smaller than him which isn't a very high bar to set as he is easily taller than most. But sometimes he forgets that he's pretty big so he ends up bowling others over a lot. Do not be fooled, however, as he has his own brand of cruelty hidden under layers of kindness, cultivated over a lifetime of fearing for his life and fighting. Backstory: Unlocked at lv.5 friendship (aka im going to write it later lmao) Crystal: Crystal of Life Magical Ability: Lifegiver By reducing his own lifespan, Alaparos gives other an equal amount of time to live. For example if someone has a month left to live, Alaparos can give them another month left to live at the cost of a month of his own lifespan. Once that extra month is up, that person will probably die unless what had originally gave them only a month to live is cured. This process is painful for Al as it is quite literally taking his life away from himself Other/Extra: He's wheelchair bound when on land bc guess what. Dragging around a 2k pound tail on land is actually kind of hard and his legs weren't made for walking PalPad? Let me innnnnn let me INNNNNNNN Password: Salty. It reminds him of the sea [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/04/2022 19:36 (3 Years ago) |
  “My loves have always been seared with this singing this singing written by death the way some lands have always been crippled by war.” ⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰ Their day started off like many others. Quiet and with the specter of death looming over them. Hyeon had stayed over for the final time, wrapped up in warm quilted blankets and a full heart. Their bed looked almost like a nest, covers and blankets bunched up around their slumbering forms, keeping sickly shiver at bay and engulfing the two in a quiet peace that they rarely had. The blinds were open as they always were, Aoi enjoying the warm ray of light which filtered through the master bedroom in the early morning, and if Hyeon squinted he could perhaps make out the weather. But he was much to content in the cocoon of morning grogginess to care, squirming back into the tangled mess of fabrics to find an ever bony and cold hand. Even after three years of recovery, Aoi never quite regained their former physique but Hyeon didn't care. It made them that much easier to tuck under his chin and snuggle into and that was exactly what he did, ignoring the indigent yet muffled sound his partner made as they were disturbed from their sleep. In retaliation, Aoi grumpily bunched the blankets up to their chest, stealing away the warmth accumulated overnight and leaving Hyeon whining as the morning cold nipped at his bare skin. It was a quiet love, something shared under the blankets and shared between secret smiles. Something best shared in the quiet moments that they had, brief lapses within their busy lives as both attempted to juggle their rising public recognition in relation to their relationship, balancing a delicate thread between the person they wanted others to see them as and how they truly were. Being a public figure was difficult after all, especially when their careers hinged on them being likable enough for their content to be seen. Neither of them knew who moved first, disturbing that morning glow which enveloped them but assuredly it was both their alarms going off at the same time which forced them into action. Aoi hissed and fumbled around for their blaring phone somewhere in the tangled mess of fabric where it had migrated to sometime during the night. There was no mercy shown to the poor phone screen when Aoi finally got their hands on it, the soft croons of the singer abruptly cut off as they jabbed their finger on the snooze button. Hyeon on the other hand was gentler, tapping the snooze instead of attempting to break the device and setting it aside. Almost in synch they turned to one another and wrapped themselves up with blankets, letting the soft morning light wash over them and basking in it. It would be their final morning together for a while and they were determined to make the most of it. Hyeon meekly rested his head against Aoi’s shoulder and the other only huffed a soft little laugh and brought one hand up to card through his wispy hair, a head of fire which glowed under the sunlight. “You have to get up and ready soon; the masses are waiting for you.” They teased gently, pulling a bit on his hair with a soft giggle when Hyeon whined and attempted to hide his face in Aoi’s neck. They had just dyed their black hair with red dye without any bleach, coarse hairs which shone like a ruby under the sunlight pressing uncomfortably against Hyeon’s cheek. It was endearing to see how their partner would attempt to be overly incompetent just to get out of things he didn’t want to do, almost babyish despite the fact that he could absolutely crush Aoi’s head between his thighs. It was kind of endearing the duality of their partner and ability to not only be dangerously competent but also know when to cut loose. Sometimes Aoi wondered if they had dated an unusually large red Maine Coon instead of a world class idol. Their point was only proven when Hyeon only leaned further onto Aoi, placing every ounce of muscle and bone onto Aoi’s frame, making the other wheeze and topple over onto the cooling bed. “Get off me, your fat ass is crushing me.” Ineffectually slapping Hyeon’s back in an effort to get him off, Aoi squirmed and wriggled under their partner’s oppressive regime of trapping the two of them in bed. Perhaps it worked better than expected when Hyeon cackled like a hyena, all high notes and breathy voice, and rolled out of bed and stretched languidly giving Aoi an eyeful of said ass. “You love this fat ass.” He winked and skipped out of the room to freshen up, the sound of Aoi choking on their spit and a pillow smacking against the hallways wall resounding behind him like music to his ears. He would have to hide the kitchen knives just in case, he mused to himself as he affixed a cuff onto his wrist and started up a monitor by the sink. He let the machine do its thing as he lazily brushed his teeth, only looking away from the mirror when the machine beeped. Writing the numbers displayed on a chart left out for these sorts of things, Hyeon finished up and moved towards the kitchen. He had finished tying his hair up into a bun and moved to start on breakfast, pulling whatever he could from the fridge. Aoi soon shuffled in to aid as well, pouting at the lack of kitchen knives available for the other to use and begrudgingly worked on the stove. Again, a quiet sort of peace fell over the two, only occasionally broken when Hyeon would not so subtly throw flour at Aoi and they would retaliate by flicking cold oil back. How it didn’t escalate into a full-blown food fight was beyond the either of them but they were thankful for it and they eventually sat on top of the kitchen counters stealing rice from each other’s jealously guarded bowls even though it came from the same pot. Pills, tablets, and needles of all kinds were opened and made their way through their bloodstream as they made their way through breakfast, washing down the bitter taste of medicine with leftover seaweed soup from the previous night. Aoi made a face when they ate a piece of galbi with just a bit too much spice in it and Hyeon nearly fell off the counter howling at their scrunched-up expression only to be silenced by choking on his rice which in turn had Aoi grinning in vicious satisfaction. It was almost painfully domestic, a good kind of pain, and the two mourned that these mornings would never be commonplace, especially with where life was taking Hyeon. In some aspects, Aoi was thankful to the military for bringing Hyeon into their life but now the very thing that allowed them to meet was pushing them apart again. They had discussions about it, after Hyeon’s entry into the program was announced. The state of their relationship was odd even without the army meddling in their affairs, their respective careers forcing them apart more often than not. While they had never actually agreed to it, breaking up seemed to be on the horizon and both knew it. Still, they would foolishly hold on to this dying relationship until they both drowned or saw reason and swam away to sturdier shores and apart from one another. “Finished eating your CDs for breakfast?” Aoi teased as they cleared away the counter, finding a certain sort of joy in teasing Hyeon and his reputation as an idol with an ungodly singing voice. Some of his fans even jokingly said that the only way for Hyeon to have such a voice was for him to be eating CDs for breakfast, the exact sort of joke which Aoi found hilarious and would relentlessly use again their partner. In turn Hyeon only scoffed and flicked soapy suds in Aoi’s direction. The two fell into comfortable banter once again as they cleaned the dishes and retreated back into their shared bedroom to change clothes and grab Hyeon’s luggage. Wandering hands and whispered promises did impede them on their journey, tangling the two up in their own little world, but soon they stumbled out of the front door more or less on time to hail a cab to the capital. Social etiquette deigned for them to keep their hands to themselves, but nothing could have stopped them from lacing their fingers together as they passed meaningless ramble between them. Even if they were hurtling towards reality and the world breezed past the rolled-up windows of the car, it didn’t really matter to them. They would enjoy their final moments together in happiness and bliss while staunchly ignoring what would come next. They would undoubtedly mourn afterwards, certainly, but that was for the future when everything was said and done and they had the time to do so. Their present was only to be filled with idle chatter and busy memories, filling up with mental scrapbooks of each other. The moment the pair entered the capital city, they paid their driver and got off. Reality had come crashing down and it was time to go. Even though Hyeon had officially retired from being and Idol and Aoi’s true identity outside of being a streamer was never revealed, Hyeon was still a public figure and starting up dating rumors right off the bat, while fun in theory, was a mess that neither wanted to get into. Therefore, they would be arriving to the facility separately, their final moments together spent in privacy. Much like how it started, they would end in the shadows, seen by no one but themselves. Fussing over Hyeon’s outfit, Aoi gently looped his arms around the other’s stomach and held him close, the hug slightly awkward with their forearm crutches but it was still enjoyable. “See you later.” They murmured, swallowing down the part of himself which pointed how much it sounded like a goodbye. It wasn’t a goodbye; they’d see each other again. Even if not in person than through a screen. Hyeon would continue to watch their live-streams and they would still be connected even if all communication between them stopped. For his part, Hyeon didn’t say much, simply resting his head on Aoi’s shoulder and gently swaying them as he soaked up the last dredges of affection. This wasn’t a goodbye; just another temporary parting. As Hyeon drew away, Aoi unconsciously leaned forward to chase him before settling back with a thin smile. “Have fun, stay safe, and don’t die.” Aoi waved, their usual goodbye for their streams ringing a little hollow in their own ears. But still, it succeeded in drawing a laugh out of Hyeon and Aoi couldn’t ever be prouder to see that gummy, slightly cocky, flash of teeth. “I’ll try not to. No promises.” Hyeon teased back, slowly walking backwards as if attempting to sear Aoi’s frame into his memory. “I love you, 사랑해요, 愛している.” At this point, Hyeon had to yell to have his voice heard and while he couldn’t quite hear or read what Aoi called back, for they undoubtedly would in response to something as sappy as declarations of love in a public space, Hyeon knew that it was silly and undoubtedly honest. Probably something along the lines of he was going to be late, but Hyeon couldn’t really care. Instead, he continued to walk backwards, watching Aoi until he couldn’t anymore and the other’s form had been swallowed up by the horizon. It was only then did he finally turn around and make his way towards the busy streets to meet his fate. If all went well, he could potentially live a longer life with Aoi by his side. That very thought spurred him to walk just a little faster, his old military bag bouncing by his side as he weaved through the crowds. It wasn’t hard to find his family amongst the chaos, their auburn red hair doing no favours in blending in along with their sturdy frames. “Mother, Father. Sister.” He greeted with a click of his heels and a sharp salute. It had been years since he had to greet someone like that but it was as much a part of his blood as being on stage and snuggling under a veritable mountain of blankets was. Almost immediately, his father swept him up in a hug, the other members of his family quickly joining in and swarming Hyeon. “It’s so good to see you again.” His father said fiercely, pulling back to asses him. “You have no idea how proud I am of you. Here, here. Your nametag. You’ll have to show it at the door when you enter but oh, I am looking forward to seeing you regularly again. We shall work together splendidly. Our family is whole again.” Around him his family nodded eagerly and Hyeon could do nothing but agree. It felt odd, having to agree with a philosophy that he wasn’t all that invested in but for the sake of his family he put up the pretense that he did. His life didn’t revolve around the army anymore no matter how much his family wanted it to. He had other things he had found but he wouldn’t deny the part of him which swelled up with pride at his families praise and joy. Still, he entertained his family and talked amongst those who had once believed to have left behind even if he could feel a piercing gaze at his back. Rather than make him uneasy, it calmed him, knowing that in the crowd somewhere his heart was watching over him. They always would be and in turn Hyeon would always keep his eyes on them. [Read more] |
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"𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕." ...:::**•°✾°•**:::... Name - Hwang Hyeon Age - 25 Gender - ??? [He/Him, It/Its] Personality - Loud, rambunctious, annoying. Those are the first impressions that people have of Hyeon and he doesn't mind them even it it is completely antithetical to who is truly is. There is a certain softness to him and he is gentle at heart. He is quick to defend his friends and loved ones and while he may be a bit violent in doing so, these actions come from a place of good intentions. Some may say that he is a mom friend and he does little to deny such allegations, taking them with grace and the reminder to go drink more water. He loves more than he ought to and perhaps he is a little soft for those he has taken under his wing. To others though, he is stern and unyielding, every bit the soldier he was raised as. There is firmness to be with his friends of course, but it is only with outsiders does it become clear that he is someone who is not to be trifled with. Appearance - Although he looks frail and sickly, Hyeon is not someone to underestimate. While is is pretty average in height, standing at around 168cm but he still carries an almost deranged aura around him, his fragile frame only adding to that air. This is offset by his sharp bright eyes, inviting in its warmth yet it holds a certain air which seems to look straight through your soul. They're paired with flaming hair, long and cascading down to his thighs yet at times is pulled into low pigtails with sleek black silk bows. Overall, he holds quite a handsome face as is expected of a former Idol. It is alluring and youthful, cute in a sense, but also sparks a small sense of danger as if the personality behind the face was a beast worth chasing. Although his general frame radiates warmth and fragility, he is surprisingly strong even by the standards of his fellow subjects. Perhaps it is holdovers from his time in the army or simply because he has abnormal amounts of blood running in his veins, but he can lift a surprisingly large amount. Though because of various health problems and chronic heart failure, he can't do it for long. What Your Character Did Before the Experiment - Self-produced Idol, former Naval Lieutenant Abilities - His blood can manifest three items but never at once. Each construct can only appear one at a time and are reminders of Hyeon's life before the Experiment A large sword by the name of Hyeol-YeomSanHa. It is only ever as powerful as Hyeon desires it to be but the sharper the blade the heavier the sword. A steep price to pay for the loss of a life A red megaphone which turns the softest of whispers into the shrillest of cries. The voice becomes a weapon and every sound must be chosen carefully. Sticks and stones could never hope to wreak as much destruction as words A small needle, blood acting as a singular never ending thread. It is no larger than a regular sowing needle yet it is as deadly as the other three constructs. Before one takes a life, one must learn to repair one Backstory - Hyeon was born into a family with a prestigious military history. His father was a Special Forces commander while his mother worked in Military Intelligence. His sister was an accomplished Infantry soldier and Hyeon was expected to follow in their footsteps. Everyone in the family was when Hyeon's grandfather became Minister of Defense. It was just bad luck when Hyeon was born with a weak heart, unable to handle the excess blood that had passed down the generations as a result of the family's militaristic lifestyle and the adaptations formed to deal with such vigorous training. That didn't stop Hyeon though it did cost him a few trips to the hospital for his troubles As a side hobby, however, Hyeon signed on with an Idol company, training relentlessly for a chance to be on stage where he felt his talents could be used. He had an affinity for music after all, creating and producing songs whenever time allowed him to. When he reached of age, however, all that was thrown aside and Hyeon devoted his time to the Navy. There he climbed the ranks and eventually settled on the position of Lieutenant. This didn't come without repercussions, however, as scarcely a month after securing his new title, he was honorably discharged from a hospital bed on grounds of failing health conditions. His weak heart, the one black spot on his life, had finally decided to give out and 5 years and a lifetimes worth of work all destroyed because of his now failing organ. If there was one consolation, it was the companionship he found in his hospital roommate, the two of them sharing secret smiles and gentle touches While his family was understanding and welcomed Hyeon back with open arms, it didn't erase the fact that he was the black sheep of the family. To escape it, he dived headfirst into idol work again, working exclusively on his voice as his heart slowly broke down and dancing became difficult. Two years of idol work treated Hyeon well and he was content with his lot in life living it to the best of his ability by tearing up the stage and watching certain live-streams even if everyone knew that he didn't have long to live. Entering the experiment was his one shot at prolonging his life and in a sense, it did Password - Every Heart a Doorway by Sean McGuire Other - He dated Aoi before the experiment. Even if they never officially broke up, Hyeon considers them exes Despite this, he still lowkey stalks Aoi to make sure they're okay and living a good life "ωнαт ωє σи¢є єиנσує∂ αи∂ ∂єєρℓу ℓσνє∂ ωє ¢αи иєνєя ℓσѕє fσя αℓℓ тнαт ωє ℓσνє ∂єєρℓу вє¢σмєѕ α ραят σf υѕ." ｡ೃ⁀ :｡.｡:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:｡.｡: ̗̀➛ Name - Harue Aoi Age - 24 Gender - Non-binary [They/Them, He/Him] Personality - Outwardly, Aoi is gentle and soft spoken, getting along well with people they have just met. They are social and well meaning, always taking in gentle tones and warm smiles. One would have to be stone hearted to hate someone as nice as Aoi. If Hyeon is considered the motherly figure, then Aoi would be the father. Kind and reserved yet always controlling the flow with their soothing voice. They excel in domestic affairs, wielding knives as if they're an extension of their arm and quite proficient with a needle and thread. Perhaps... a little too well. But all those fall to the wayside whenever someone spends enough time with Aoi and learn that though they are chronically ill that doesn't stop them from living the best life they can. At times, they can fall into bouts of melancholy, spacing out at odd times and experiences minor seizures, but he is assuredly fine. There isn't anything wrong with him whatsoever. Perhaps it is this kindness inherent in them is what drove them to open their home to any subjects seeking refuge, or it could be the hope that one day one of their tenants will bring news of their partners whereabouts Appearance - Aoi is a young person with relatively youthful looks. While the dark circles under pale grey eyes and unkempt hair might frighten people, especially if encountered in the dead of night, but rest assured that Aoi is simply a puppy trapped in a human body. Their skin is pale and sallow, a unfortunate side effect from their chronic illness, and other physical symptoms such as thin hair, a butterfly smattering of rashes on their cheeks and nose, and petachie among other things. Their hair is constantly being dyed so it changes colour constantly, but what doesn't change is Aoi's preference for soft oversized clothes. Profession Live Streamer Backstory (optional) - Aoi wasn't anyone special when they were born, another number in the millions of other people. Their family was relatively normal, more bookish and reserved than the rest for sure but still normal. Their parents adored one another, shaping young Aoi as they saw how their parents obsessed over their partners. They were the perfect couple, a love that Aoi so desperately desired and received from their parents and in turn obsessively gave to them. They were born ill and while it posed no problem in their youth, keeping up with the other children in their rambunctious play, it began to take its toll as Aoi grew older. Often times they were rushed to the hospital where the smell of antiseptic and hospital beds became their home. School became a forgone conclusion as they only seemed to worsen, permanently residing in the long term care ward. It was there that a certain red haired soldier, freshly discharged from the military, became their roommate and they bonded over shared chronic illnesses. They grew close, learning to love themselves and each other in spite their shared hatred for the very blood which limited their true potential. If by a stroke of luck, Aoi recovered enough to live outside of the hospital with often check ups. There they started streaming not only as a means to get money but also as a means to keep up with the ever evolving world. They couldn't go out much with their poor health but streaming took the edge off of it as well as becoming more and more enamored with idols. Or well, one particular one. With some help, they were able to acquire a house under joint ownership and life was good. Really good. And in some respects, even if things are harder and many things have changed, life is still good. Its missing a little something, sure, but its still good. Password - Every Heart a Doorway by Sean McGuire Other - They still love Hyeon but they understand that its impossible to continue their relationship Its a little eerie how their fridge is constantly stocked with blood... Its because Aoi is diagnosed with Lupus and AoI among other things, giving him access to blood transfusion bags Or is it? There's a little too much to just be for medical reasons... Art by JefferyKilljoy [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 28/03/2022 07:30 (3 Years ago) |
 I wake up My happy dreams fade away I can't breathe My head is spinning I keep doing this replay I can’t feel it over time ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Song BingLiu winced at being called a beguiler, not quite liking the implication that he had used his wit to make others do things for him. In the first place, he never deceived anyone simply asking politely for them to maybe walk off a cliff and they would simply oblige. No deceiving in there at all. Still Song BingLiu wasn't the one who was wearing their face, even if he was slightly backseat driving, though he was a little surprised to see Andrea correctly guess who was fronting. But if he did think about it, Li XuanWu did tend to front more while in public, leading as a protector and the vanguard to buffer away any threats that could be posed to the two of them. It shouldn't be a surprise to them that Andrea would be more familiar with Li XuanWu than she was with Song BingLiu though it was under a completely different name that they legally went under. They supposed that it just came with the territory of being a leader, knowing her citizen's inside and out as creepy and invasive as that sounded. "Call us whichever name you'd like. We are one and the same after all." Li XuanWu murmured, both of them glancing at the band revealed to them. He had very figuratively meant it when he said that they couldn't breath, but if Andrea had taken it literally, then it was just more information for him. He wasn't all that scared of what they could do to others, but it was more what others thought of them that made him worry. He could fight, that was easy. What was hard was controlling how hard he punched because he tended to level a city before he learned how to hold a flower. In these times, breathing easy was almost a luxury, carefree and ignorant of the ongoings around them to the point where even constant strife was now a background event. Everyone had trouble taking a breath when somewhere out there, someone was taking their last. Frankly, he was almost expecting Andrea to have taken one look at them and immediately sent them onto solo battles, uncaring of any possible repercussions due to the overwhelming advantage they could give her. Li XuanWu wouldn't have minded if that was the case though he knew that Song BingLiu would object. But if Li XuanWu agreed and was fronting, then there was nothing the weaker half of their soul could do, lingering in the back of the headspace until the other found it suitable to step away from the front and finally rest. Song BingLiu wasn't the fighter after all But in a case like this, where a decision would undoubtedly have to be made as to what to do going forward, they would have to retreat for now. They picked their confrontations selectively and talking was definitely a war in of itself. "Thank you." Li XuanWu murmured, looking away. "We'll think about it." With those parting words, Li XuanWu escaped into the crowds, unwilling to linger any longer than they needed to. Pushing past the rest, he made towards the forest where he could have some privacy to simply retreat into their shared world, away from the rest. He did have to take a detour though, when upon entering the wooded area the telltale acrid iron scent flooded his nose and he immediately turned away. Nope, he was not dealing with finding a potential body thank you very much. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 25/03/2022 17:51 (3 Years ago) |
 In my head colourless voices Stepping in my mind, hopeless choices I know I can't succeed if I feed like this Leave like this Scarred and feared pain like this ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ The water was calm as it always was, the idyllic rustle of trees and the soft caresses of the wind. There was chaos in the town, the sounds of stalls being broken and voices raised whispered around the chitter of songbirds and babbling water. Whispers of wars found themselves seated on the tongues of many, bragging about the humans they would kill and the friends they have lost as war seems more like an inevitability as the days crawl through limbo. It wasn't much different from any other boring mundane day as the on-goings of the town acted as a horrid background to the freely shining sun. Idyllic normalcy surrounded by chaos and destruction. Nothing new as life continued on. Once again, the world spun and lives were lost. Of course, there was nothing wrong about it. Life would always forge on ahead heedless of whatever attempted to stop it, much like the solemn march of time. Things would move on, and things would stay the same. Such was how things worked, not only the celebration of life and death but the continuous presence of order and chaos. It would not be life without such dichotomies and polar opposites to balance the delicate push and pull. That was the sole rule which governed his existence after all The water rippled as a dome of blood made the ground shake slightly, the waves gently buffeting the slender sun-kissed ankles that had dipped itself into its clear blue mirror long before chaos had made itself known. A head turned towards the faint rumbling, the disruption clearly drawing the Saakri-Lumen away from what he had been originally doing. Gently tucking gold spun hair behind his ear, Song BingLiu glanced at the village before shrugging and turning back to the lake. He had been there for a whole, simply soaking up the peace that came in spite of the conflict that defined their lives. Occasionally, a few ripples would dance across the surface as children giggled and threw random objects into the water to be swallowed up in moments of glee and mischief. A soft smile stretched across his lips as a peal of bright sunshine laughter resounded across the small utopia, children chasing each other around the lake as parents watched them. Even though life was continually lost, new smiles could still exist. Shielded away from the spiteful hatred that defined the two species. A futile endeavour in his opinion but just like the cycle of life, as sure as the sun would rise and set so too would the two species clash. Just like the previous day, nothing has changed other than the cycling of faces which changed from hour to hour, the sun slowly crawling across the clear sky just as it had yesterday and it would tomorrow What a calm day, a gentle wave he mused. What a day to rock the lake, to create a wave great enough to swallow another, swallowing up life and snuffing it out in a whimper. All it would take was a strongly worded command and the ever-devouring lake would feed. But Song BingLiu let such suggestions ripple away as he kicked at the clear surface, letting the second voice ripple away. “Don’t do that.” He chided for good measure, a soft smile on his face despite the frankly disturbing nature of such thoughts. Again, the urge to open his mouth and sing of his desires welled up within him, the power bubbling on his tongue and slipping past his lips but once again he gently hit those thoughts upside the head. Song BingLiu almost knew of the unrepentant sneer that his other inhabitant was undoubtedly wearing, sending ripples across the clear waters of their shared space with only mischief on the other’s mind. The gloating taunts were second nature in their usage, yet another aspect of daily life that Song BingLiu entertained with an indulgent smile, nodding along with gently upturned lips to the other’s vicious rants and gently stroking the other’s hair as they lay in the empty world that was theirs and theirs alone. He let him speak his mind for that was something that they shared, pouring out every vicious desire and thought that had crossed their mind, watching the gentle ripples in the calm mindscape. When the other had finally exhausted himself, tucking their head into Song BingLiu’s stomach and winding lithe arms around his slender waist, Song BingLiu simply leaned forward to drop a soft kiss onto the other’s forehead. “There,” he murmured, evidently quite pleased with himself for mellowing out such a spitfire. “Isn’t talking it out much better than drowning some poor soul?” A deep pout still etched itself on a face that looked so different from his own yet was his, felt even though the part of his soul staunchly hid from the scrutiny. “I still wanna drown someone.” Li XuanWu whined, gnawing at the thin material of his shirt, soaking the white cloth translucent. “I know, my protector as always.” Song BingLiu laughed, letting his mirth dance through the empty space. In a place that was all to themselves, a song was passed between two souls with the same pattern, a compulsion shared and echoed between them. Perhaps it was in that singular space, tucked away in their mind where they wouldn’t have to watch their words, where singing wasn’t a curse but a celebration of who they were and what they had become. A place entirely to their own as the song weaved itself through their head, causing Song BingLiu to kick his feet slightly and send ripples scattering across the calm lake, a song of its own hummed under his breath. It was always his favourite place to simply feel himself in, the dichotomy of which ripples were real and which were fake lulling him into a gentle peace. It had the added benefit of soothing his counterpart, the comforting phantom weight of the other’s head and torso pressing down on his thighs serving to center his own sense of being within this ever changing and chaotic world they had no choice but to live in But like life, peace rarely ever lasted and it seemed as if the turmoil within the town was only growing. Soon it would be time for Andrea’s Speech. He had been looking forward to hear it, they both had. Listening to how the minds of others worked was fascinating in of itself, the small decisions that one made that could alter the course of their entire life, and the lives of everyone else if such was what fate had ordained. While he didn’t quite believe in fate, it was a ridiculous notion to put one’s faith in anyhow as the idea that a fickle mistress dictated the lives of millions, each profound and unique, according to her whims was not only deplorable but also utterly hilarious. But if such a lady had deemed it fit to set them down on such a path, then Song BingLiu nor Li XuanWu would complain. After all those more powerful than them existed and they were the ones who gave. They could just as easily take away. Gods, after all, especially those in power were temperamental at best and the two other them rather liked what they had. No more no less Gingerly removing his feet from the water, Song BingLiu relished at the feeling of soft grass gently weaving between his toes as he stood up, letting the slight breeze wash over his damp shins as he dried his feet off and slipped on a pair of boots. As a creature of nature, though his very existence was quite the mystery to him as he had never bothered to learn how his kind were first created, Song BingLiu would take any chance he got to savour the elements for just a moment more, to listen to the sun and whisper with the winds. He adored nature and in turn she adored him. He doubted that Nature’s fondness for him was born out anything other than the friendship one came after inevitable years of shared contact. Song BingLiu doubted that he could make Nature do anything even if he begged and that was fine with him. Instead, he simply lived along-side the creations that She made, admiring them and enjoying them as She had intended for Her creations. Co-existence without violence. Life and death so intertwined that it was one entity which governed the mundane cycle that ruled over all. The walk to the city proper hadn’t taken much time, a simple stroll past the greenway and down the well trodden path, but to Song BingLiu it was an entire journey in of itself. Wadding through the dust and earth that comprised of the land they lived on, lush and green yet stifling all at the same time. Song BingLiu always preferred the water so perhaps he was biased on the front, wanting very little to do with life outside of the seas. But alas, he had duties that always pulled him from the blues that he loved and back into nature’s warm embrace. As always, the town was crowded and people were loud, rousing Li XuanWu from the comfortable nap he had been taking, forcing the two of them to retreat further into their shared headspace. Crowds always held the potential of danger, an uncomfortable situation that neither liked to deal with but Song BingLiu still powered through for both their sakes. He often did that he reflected a bit morosely as he pushed his way past shoppers and giggling friends, feeling much like a salmon attempting to swim upstream. It sure felt like it, his flesh sloughing off his bones with every attempt to break through the crowd. It felt like an eternity and a half before they could reach the podium and by then Andrea had already been speaking. What an odd speech to make, they mused, listening to their leader demonstrate her powers. Of course, Song BingLiu had a similar wristband, they all did, but he rather liked theirs. It limited them, allowed them to be normal and interact with others without fear of compulsion. A deadly weapon on the battlefield for sure, but during times of peace it was a double-edged sword. The apprehension he felt was understandable, neither he mor his other self enjoyed that aspect of his power (despite one aspect of himself always chanting for an opportunity to sing a death toll) but it was like everything else in their arsenal. A tool to be used. If that was the direction that Andrea wished to walk down, then Song BingLiu would offer his tools up for use and observe the other. That was what he was, after all, never getting too involved with anything yet always carving out his heart for others. Li XuanWu always despised that and he would always bring them back when they had gone too far. That was always how they worked. Seeing as Andrea lingered behind to answer questions, Li XuanWu gently pushed Song BingLiu back and slipped into a body that was not his own, taking on a face that was so different from his own yet belonged to him. Pushing through the crowd, Li XuanWu waited for Andrea to notice him before speaking. “Hello, I’m sorry I just had a few questions if you’d be so kind to listen to.” He said passively, face not quite showing what his real emotions were. “We… we benefit from having our powers sealed. What is your recommendation for us who will hurt others if the band is taken off? Even breathing is difficult at times, and we fear that if we start to master our power it will only suffocate us. What then?” Despite the nature of such a question, Li XuanWu's face stayed passive and unfeeling almost a statue like stoicism that would never match the emotional intensity of his words. It was almost a little chilling Again the water rippled as it always was, unbothered [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 22/03/2022 05:12 (3 Years ago) |
 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝? 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝? ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ✧˖*°࿐ "Welcome. It's time to save our land." Glancing up to see who had dared say such fight inducing words, Niyol's face twisted into an almost contentious sneer as he watched Lady Yvonne stride through the ostentatious doors, the instigator of this whole somber affair. She cut out an almost holy figure amongst the divided crowd, each court sticking with their kin. He wondered what a woman of her standing would gain from this, rocking the pre-established balance for what, the greater good? Who would be selfless enough to offer themselves up to fight the weeping ones, throwing away their own good social standing for what amounted as a suicide mission? Everyone was much too selfish even entertain doing such a thing. (You would, a voice that sounded suspiciously like his brother mocked) Still, Niyol was raised to be noble above all and bowed to Lady Yvonne as the woman who had done the impossible and brought three courts together without shedding blood. While he certainly didn't believe that her plans would work, he could at least show her the respect she had earned from him. Though, he realized belatedly as he rose from his bow to see eyes burrowing into him, his bow might have come off as condescending or mocking. "Lady Paelina, what a pleasure," He drawled out, not helping his courteous image one bit. "I don't suppose that you're willing to share your master plan to unite us all?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 14/03/2022 21:06 (3 Years ago) |
 "ι нσρє тнαт тнєяє αяє ∂αуѕ ωнєи уσυ fαℓℓ ιи ℓσνє ωιтн вєιиg αℓινє" ༻༻༻⋇⋆❀❀❀⋆⋇༺༺༺ You've shown yourself! Sibling ours, you've shown yourself! The forest cried, each plant and organism wailing as one. The wind brushed gently over soft skin but to Mao it was a cutting gale, a reprimand from the parent who he had been born from. The words sunk deep into his bones as he gently raised the goat's head and nudged her back to the aging human. Callused fingers dug into the soft fur, gripping it almost like a lifeline against the scolding There are prices to pay child, prices to pay. Who is to say that this human will not spread the word of our guardian? Flee O child of the forest, flee and never look back for the damage has been wrought Sparing a glance backwards, Mao froze when he saw Jarrén, the ground under the other's feet crying out at the familiar magic that ran through the other's veins. Magic, a trait only fae could posses. Had the human somehow killed a fae and taken their magic for his own or... No. No that wasn't possible. Even if the other had their pointed ears, it wasn't possible for a fae to live among the humans. That hadn't been something Mao knew and Mao knew things. That was his purpose, to know the forest and those who lived in it. But the forest was angry enough at him for shaking the delicate balance and he had no time or desire to contemplate this any longer. "This field is dangerous. Do not graze from it." He warned cryptically, meeting Jarrén's eye to push the message home. The leaves rustled in warning as Mao glanced up to see the looming boughs glared at him. Come child. Lord Straiton worries and you have broken his creed already. Why provoke so many, go back to the settlement. The winds advised, eliciting a rolling of eyes and brief sneer at the forest. Did Straiton really expect to keep one of the forest's caretakers away from his job just will a decree? Ridiculous but still. Mao hated it when people scolded him so he would take his leave [Read more] |
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Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 767 |
Posted: Mon, 14/03/2022 19:51 (3 Years ago) |
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"ι нσρє тнαт тнєяє αяє ∂αуѕ ωнєи уσυ fαℓℓ ιи ℓσνє ωιтн вєιиg αℓινє" ༻༻༻⋇⋆❀❀❀⋆⋇༺༺༺ He's looking the leaves hissed, rustling angrily at the branches as the trees themself scoffed at the notion. Perhaps it was the personality of that certain tree, stubborn and prideful, but the branches loosened slightly revealing a curious eye of dawn orange calm blinking at the human. Mao's curiosity had gotten the best of him, his desire to actually catch a glimpse of the species the forest had told him so much about. It was so odd to see the absence of wings on a creature that looked so much like him, lines etched onto his aging face. There was another who joined the first greeting the elder, and Mao watched on enraptured at the sight. A human, a real one that he could see with his own eyes, a human who was looking right at him. Jerking back, Mao's back pressed against the wooden cocoon that encased him, hands clasped over his mouth. From the gaps of the branches, he could still see the human gazing up into the trees, eyes searching for any glimpses of red. He was content to stay up in the boughs but when the goat leaned down to nibble on the flowers, Mao burst into action. See, the flowers while relocated and healthy, were still healing from the fungus. If an animal ingested it, it would give an upset stomach at the very least and while the goat wasn't Mao's responsibility he did have a duty to the flowers. A shower of petals was all that denoted his presence, as Mao gently cradled the goat's face away from the flowers instead leading the animal to a patch of sweet grass which was strewn around the field in order to detoxify the earth, the grass giving themselves up gladly. He didn't speak or make any noise completely ignoring the two humans, simply letting the goat graze as his wings gently fluttered behind him, catching the sunlight and refracting an almost glass window like image onto the swaying grass under his feet [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 14/03/2022 08:55 (3 Years ago) |
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"ι нσρє тнαт тнєяє αяє ∂αуѕ ωнєи уσυ fαℓℓ ιи ℓσνє ωιтн вєιиg αℓινє" ༻༻༻⋇⋆❀❀❀⋆⋇༺༺༺ The trees whisper of yet another human wandering in their embrace The wind sings of the fae who rest on man's tongue and fill their thoughts The same goat who keeps fleeing has been found once more, the Moss murmur More voices add their harmony as a symphony swells, the trunks of mighty trees weeping over felled brethren and the well trodden road regaling all who would lend an ear to the many travelers it led. Only one would hear though as he gently pushed dirt together as he replanted a delicate flower under the warm morning's glow. This particular child of his had been struck with disease as nature fought to survive against one another and the caretaker had been gently coaxing the flower back to life, relishing in the gentle brush of velveteen petals against his fingers. This particular species wasn't quite endangered nor rare but it did carry within its petals a soft shimmer, rainbows shifting as one moved their head. But regardless of how aesthetically interesting or rare the species was, flowers were always his favorite to care for, their gratitude endless and their care necessitating only a gentle touch. The caretaker was a fairy known only as Mao. Very technically he did have a surname but that only connected him to a family he acknowledged out of social convenience. Mao spent most of his day dancing amongst the flora, discarding stolen boots and letting the soil sink into his sun-kissed skin. It was a wonder how he wasn't the one that the scout had spotted though he did suppose that some rumors of haunted singing coming from the forest was his fault. It was almost funny how humans tried to rationalize the unknown, and now that whispers of fae had made their way into the collective consciousness, that unknown had only grown even more despite a seemingly all encompassing answer "Oh Sibling of Ours, hear our warning. A Child of Man approaches on foot, flee into us and we shall keep prying eyes covered." A tree knot suddenly cried, drawing a head of sunlit dawn up. The caretaker's head cocked in interest, and the flowers urged him to take shelter as well. Already in the distance he could hear the murmurs of coaxing encouragement as a sharpened ear twitched. A shower of gently floating white petals which shimmered under the sunlight as Mao darted into the sky reaching branches. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for a fae who's entire appearance consisted of warm reds and oranges to find shelter among the dark greens of the forest yet as the tree had promised, thick branches curled aground Mao's slender form, swaddling their caretaker in a soft embrace [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 13/03/2022 09:32 (3 Years ago) |
 Having been standing by the door to his room, Pitaya perked up and glanced over at Aether. "After the scare last night, I think I've been well. Waking up not knowing what was going on was... an experience..." His voice trailed off as they padded through the ancient halls. He still was unpacking the full range of emotions that had shaken him the other night, the helplessness of being well and truly blind wrapped up in the blissful emptiness that so rarely came to him. He had been helpless and it had been terrifying. He had been lucky that Aether had been the one to find him  Instead of at the cafeteria, Lyn had holed himself up in the library as he messed around with the texts he had gotten his claws on. Most of them didn't offer much information on the Crystal of Power but it did offer some interesting social commentary. There were even less books about Her but he had expected that, all of them having been texts that he had read before. Not surprising but still disappointed was the general sentiment as he combed through the pages and skimmed past the ink [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 13/03/2022 01:47 (3 Years ago) |
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𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙳𝚊𝚢, 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚗' 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝙷𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ✧˖*°࿐ As always, it was with ceremony that Niyol swept into The Grand Hall, his cloak of feathers fluttering behind him as he strode through the crowd with purpose. He cut out a jagged silhouette against the temple like hall, black cloth repelling the grace of their Goddess. His heels clicked against the shimmering floor almost mockingly, his arrogance knowing no bounds as the soft steps sneered at those who's magic grounded them and announcing his presence. Immediately it was as if a hush fell over the gathered, a complete opposite to the reaction that Carlynne had brought with her, dampening the atmosphere once again. It was almost suffocating how one person's mere presence could weigh, Niyol's delicate features a chilling dichotomy to the evil that lay underneath the rotting bronze tanned skin. Eyes averted from his elegant frame, not daring to even glance in his direction as they parted like a wave before him, the soft trail of his clothing against others eliciting a disgusted shiver. There was an air of unapproachable arrogance that he carried with him as Niyol took up point by one of the statues, sharp hooded eyes sweeping over the gathered court members as if prying out of their insignificant minds their deepest sins. He held their gaze for a brief bone chilling second before the piercing stare shifted towards the wall and stayed there. Slowly the murmurs bubbled up again, occasional darting glances sent towards the gloomy corner. Even if anyone was new to the court, everyone knew to avoid Niyol ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ✧˖*°࿐ Atsa was getting stronger and soon it would be time Every time Niyol went back to the family estate to hurl insults he could never mean and step on soft hands he watched his little brother hate him more and more, watched him fly at him in a rage, watched him fly. One day he would soar and he would find his notes written in the clouds and a brother who would hold him like glass and treat him like gold. But until that day came, he would continue to play the villain as his family so desired. But today's villain didn't appear to be him this time, but instead a evil that held its roots even deeper than his family's lust for power and prestige. Niyol knew the rumors, knew that his court members gazed at him with suspicion in their eyes and theories on their tongues. He welcomed them, gathering them up close like a precious treasure and holding it close to his broken chest. He hoped that the council members would accept and send him as in their suicide mission, letting him explore the world and change it for the better before he would be disposed of. He didn't have very high expectations for that though, the Council tended to be stubborn like that. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 10/03/2022 02:50 (3 Years ago) |
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Song BingLiu Palpad?: Wynaut Personality: ISFJ - The Defender| 2w1 - The Companion Endlessly curious yet endlessly compassionate, Song BingLiu is a bit of an oddity. At times, he can be soft spoken, giving and giving while expecting nothing in return as he is simply content with seeing other's happiness. He looks out for those who look out for him, guiding people behind his back with a gentle hand. Other times, he is a snarling demon, cold and calculating in his moves but no less dangerous. He is much more prone to violence and sharp words in these times, warm gaze biting and scornful. Whatever mood he is in, however, he hungers for knowledge above all else, striving to learn as much as he can about the world and people around him. Oh yes, he has a backseat driver in his mind by the name of Li XuanWu. Sometimes he likes to come out and play. Sometimes its fun, other times.... Well you don't need to know that don't you Gender: Male? Male. Probably. Age: 22 Appearance: With an almost fae-like appearance, its a wonder how anyone can mistake Song BingLiu for anything other than a Saakri-Lumens. His long shoulder length hair almost appears like its been spun from sunlight, a bright luminous smile to match. Sun spots dot his cheeks which almost reflect the sparkle in his brown eyes. His gentle features match his demeanor as he generally prefers softer and comfier looking clothes. That isn't to say that he can't be dangerous as his penchant for darker clothes can draw out his sharp eyes but really. Who would feel threatened by a innocent looking boy who looks waif enough to be lifted on one hand? A group of Saakri-Lumens who run at his name would point to the opposite. I wonder what happened to them Saakri-Lumens or Human: Saakri-Lumens Powers: JiaoRen - Legends of Sirens come to life as Song BingLiu's voice compels those who hear him to do his bidding. Though he can not select who to control specifically, his alluring timber make the humiliation worthwhile. This effect applies to speaking but only if he puts intention behind his voice. As the name suggests, it is most powerful when he sings his commands, but it's not a necessity. A fickle, yet strangely effective ability Other: Legally, his name is Willow Song He has a little collection of Weighted Blankets that he just hoards .... Are you shading Nyx and I with that one rule lmao [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 08/03/2022 21:01 (3 Years ago) |
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Mao Wymond [真央] Age - 24 Species - Fairy Appearance - Even if he's trying to pass as a human it's easy to tell that Mao is a fairy. Perhaps its his sharp yet alluring face, almost innocent in its mischievous glint and petite frame. Or perhaps its the way his firey hair glows under the sun, a matching grin spreading across his hair as sunlight scatters through his sunset wings and dots his cheeks. He has dawn painted over his iris' always sharp and observant, as if he knows things that even the elder doesn't know. Either way, Mao is clearly a fairy through and through, even if the presence of very human clothing and accessories attempts to prove your otherwise. His pointed ears are heavily pierced, a product of the fae's artistic nature as even his clothes have erratic designs and splashes of color that he himself paints on. Specialty - Despite looking like the sun personified, Mao has very little to do with the sun herself. Instead, Mao acts almost like a voice of the forest. At times the forest will speak to him and he will listen. If the forest allows him, he will tell others of what the forest has said but most of the time he just keeps this information to himself. The specialty is akin to talking to plants, however his ability only applies to the plants that grow in the forest. He hears the words and whispers which startling clarity and in return the forest bends to his will. Mao tries not to abuse this sort of power instead working with Straiton to protect and take care of the forest Personality - INFP - The Mediator | 2w3 - The Host Mao isn't soft, no matter how much the other faeries insist as such. He's a bit of a prick actually, preferring to keep to himself. He is happy to spend time in the forest, communing amongst the very trees who birthed him and gave him a home. He is always deeply curious about humans ever since he first heard whispers of them among the trees, always begging the forest to tell him stories of the human settlement. Thus, it feels like he knows the Neo Settlement like the back of his hand. Because of his grumpy nature and preference for solitude, Mao often becomes a easy target for teasing and though Mao will fight back, everyone knows that it's all in good fun. After all, no one would seriously target Mao unless they wanted the wrath of the forest to retaliate against them. He has a knack for music and the arts, naturally expressing himself through splatters of plant dye and song. Some humans say that if you venture into the woods at night, you just might here a haunting tune As a pseudo-caretaker of the forest, Mao does care a lot about the inhabitants, doing his best to look after the other faeries and the forest. He is almost like an absent father, looking after everyone form afar and letting them make mistakes, while protecting them from anything that may seriously harm them. Yeah, he may be soft but he'd rather eat metal than admit it Background/Extra Info - Mao was born quite unconventionally. Unlike others who were born into a mother's embrace, Mao was born swaddled in moss as the trees gathered him up in their branches. A dryad some might say but Mao was never connected to just one tree but instead the forest itself. He is not the whole forest, just a small portion of it, but that in itself gave him an unconventional start. He grew along his leafy siblings, so small and so fragile that often times he had to be coddled. But he was never in any danger as Mao's curious nature led him on a great many mini adventures Perhaps the forest led him there, but Mao was found by Straiton who then gave the young fae over to a couple who had recently lost their own child. There, Mao lived among the fairy village but never quite grew out of his wild roots. His adoptive parents were more or less willing to let their new child run free in the woods, but the drew the line at receiving prophetic lines when one day he said point blank that one of the elder trees was rotting from the inside out. Maybe not the greatest first week impression but hey, he had to start disappointing people somewhere Password - steve Other - Lemme into the palpad.... LEMME IN [Read more] |