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– mental health took a fucking nosedive. gonna be reconfiguring everything about all of my blogs in the next few days hopefully, so i won’t be very active. please be kind to me, i’m really struggling.
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NIX ; The Hierophant
❝ The plan is perfect in every way. Everyone where they need to be, at exactly the right moment, with exactly the right smile. You have moved and manipulated the situation, but did you remember to put yourself in the correct position? You, after all, are still a player in the game - whoever thinks they control the pieces still has to make the next move eventually. Whoever is playing the game is playing against an opponent. Ensure that they have not played better than you. ❞
Tagged by: @phantombs Tagging: @partghoul, @intothevcid (ryker), @redemptioninterlude (sookhee)
“ where's your underwear? “ ( sookhee @ nix bc chaos )
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ with NIX acquired from ✫ ⇢ @redemptioninterlude
⇢ Taking in strangers had always been a staple within the coffee shop, welcoming all sorts of faces and different types of people, ghoul or not, a place to stay when need be. NIX had grown used to never being sure who was in the building, and what sort of powers they possessed. They’d gotten used to seeing faces they had no idea about walking out of rooms and into common areas. And yet this, this was something they had no idea how to handle.
⇢ Now, ghouls aren’t able to digest alcohol any better than any other human food or drink - aside from coffee, of course. But NIX had gotten good at hiding their disgust as they swallowed it, letting their cringe come off as a shiver from the burning liquid in their throat and pretending to fit in. They were used to faking it, they were GOOD AT FAKING IT. All they had to do was make sure to throw it up before it absorbed, right? Easier said than done.
⇢ NIX had lost themselves within the chatter, getting distracted and genuinely having a good time. By the time they’d made it to the bathroom to get rid of the putridness in their stomach, the liquor had already begun to seep into their blood. They felt lightheaded and seasick - was this what it was like being drunk? And now here they were - the next morning, having SOOKHEE ask such ridiculous questions as they lounged on her sofa.
⇢ ❝ How am I supposed to know? ❞ They groaned, leaning back. Their head was pounding, and their stomach still ached. They were wearing the other woman’s clothing, their own lost to who knew where. ❝ Aren’t you the one that helped me change, you should know that. Why’s it matter anyway, you got some jealous girlfriend or something? ❞
⋆♥ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ❝ She was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change. ❞ - JM Barrie
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☾ * / being off duty for so long had begun to take its toll on abel, the constant worry of not being able to get his hands dirty doing something waning him down until he was an anxious mess in even the comfort of his own home, laying on his couch with leftover food still staining paper plates on his coffee table like bruises on an ego that wasn’t even that great to begin with. he was happy to get calls, happy to hear that his partner was on holiday break for the sake of visiting his sister in seattle but at the same time he was terribly lonely and without lance, he couldn’t be deployed. he had no credit for the time he’d spent beneath him despite its length or vigor in the art and learning how to advance in the detective work ladder to eventually earn the title himself, and thus here he was moping around in the corner booth of a cafe as if it wasn’t meant for multiple people and the space wasn’t wasted by just one man in an oversized sweatshirt and a beanie – after all he was lacking a lot of his observation skills right now anyway; it wasn’t as if he were aware of his existence or really looking to become so.
☾ * / the very atmosphere was slightly sickening to him, but he had taken it in as a symbol of being without purpose rather than anything actually wrong. he needed to get out of his house and breath in some fresh air even if it burned his lungs and made him feel terribly seen and horribly judged for his state even if it wasn’t entirely visible. after all, he hadn’t drank any of his mint tea yet despite having ordered and received it over ten minutes ago now and instead had been using the mug as more of a hand warmer than its true purpose, shuffling it between his palms as if it contained poison and he was too awkward to claim it so. he was, without a doubt, in a state of hopelessness that made him look messy and unkempt and as sad as a child without presents and returning to the tree in the morning with cookies still in tact and no trace of the big fat man they called santa ever having visited. what a wonderful and merry christmas ! he was having the joy of his life.
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ @pollvtedtime ; ft. NIX
⇢ The day had already proven to be one of unexpected encounters, beginning with the unannounced visit of a group of ghouls seeking refuge, one, naturally, badly injured. They’d then shaken off a few Dove officers that had strolled into the shop, giving their best Hollywood smile and sending them on their way with complimentary biscuits for their troubles. By the time the afternoon had rolled around, NIX was feeling spent. They wanted nothing more than to retire to their room, and let the waves of rest carry them into a more peaceful place. And yet...
⇢ This man was rather odd. He’d been sitting alone for a long time, eyes unfocused and heart beating faster than it should have for the relaxed atmosphere of the shop. ❝ Have you checked on the man at table C? ❞ They’d asked JIHYUN, voice hushed and only mildly concerned.
⇢ ❝ No, why would I? ❞ Her response was, as always, blunt. ❝ He looks fine to me. Besides, guy’s giving me the creeps. ❞
⇢ A sigh escaped NIX’s matte-covered lips, and they just shook their head as they turned to make their way from behind the bar. The walked over to the table and silently took a seat across from the stranger, taking a moment to study his face. It held such a deep sadness, an overwhelming feeling of drowning washing through his eyes. Their heart ached at the sight, an instinctual urge to take him up and resolve all of his woes momentarily overcoming them before they managed to right themself again. ❝ Enjoying your tea? ❞
phantombs:
His palm bleeds. His mind wanders. Cường, lured by those ghostly whispers, hasn't much the will to quash their allure. To stave it. To run. Instead, the café beckons darkly to him, tempestuously, and he enters despite its closing hours. And suddenly, so suddenly, there's cinnamon in the shadows, and the weight of a stare with the smell of his blood. Potent blood. Strong. Ah. "I need your restroom," Cường greets, turning. His hand dribbles; the rose crate that snagged him rests outside. You– "You wouldn't deny a customer, would you?"
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ @phantombs ; ft. NIX
⇢ The evening hours had always been some of NIX’s favourites. The shop was quiet, empty despite the still unlocked doors. RIN had long since retired upstairs, going about his childish comforts of watching TV or playing video games. OZZIE was sitting at one of the tables, earphones in and scribbling in a notebook as his nightly ritual of making sure the police scanners stayed off their tails. If one listened closely they’d be able to hear HIKARU and JIHYUN in the basement -- sawing, dissecting, cutting. It was a job too gruesome for most, but the two had enough experience to make the work look easy. As for NIX, they were behind the counter of the bartop, polishing mugs and hand-grinding fresh beans for the morning. They’d noticed the smell first.
⇢ Even before the bell above the door had rung, their eyes were fixated on the newcomer. The smell was unmistakable, giving away that this person not only was not a ghoul, but most certainly wasn’t human -- or, not any sort of human NIX had come across before, at least. And while it wasn’t wholly offputting to the palate, it certainly was cause for investigation. Their eyebrows furrowed, having long lost their instinctual urge to attack on sight, and they set down the mug they’d been shining before gracefully making their way around the bar.
⇢ ❝ What’s happened to you? ❞ They ask, eyes kept steadily on the stranger. They were already all too aware of the darkness within his eyes. They didn’t know what had happened, and they couldn’t ignore the possibility that something had come after him. ❝ Did someone hurt you? Come, let me help. ❞
intothevcid:
It wasn’t often that Ryker got to spend time like this with other people, he didn’t have too many close friends and he wasn’t the best in big groups so he tended to stick to himself. The night with Rin had been fun, and he forgot how much he did like having company, given that it was the right company. The other boy didn’t make him feel like he was awkward or uncomfortable to be around so he rather enjoyed himself. And maybe it was the alcohol flowing through his veins but Ryker felt more bold than usual, as if he couldn’t make any mistakes. Or if he did, he wouldn’t care too much, at least not until the morning when he’s sure he would regret everything.
This time when he feels the others breath fan out across his face, Ryker slowly peeks his eyes open and notices out of the corner of his eye that Rin is now laying on his side facing him. Under normal circumstance he would’ve definitely freaked out, but for some reason he thinks that it’s a good idea to mimic the action and so before his mind can talk him out of it, his body is already moving of it’s own accord.
“Are there rules…? I haven’t shared a bed with anyone other than… my ex.” Bites down on his lip, voice going quiet as he speaks, feeling like even a whisper was thunderous in the proximity of their faces. “It’s your bed so you get to make the rules. If you want we can put pillows between us..?” There’s a slight hint of hope in his voice that the other would say no, but he wants to respect his boundaries as well. Fingers grasp onto the blanket between them, blinking softly at the form in front of him, only able to make out the outline of Rin’s features in the dark. A yawn escapes from Ryker’s lips and once again his body is moving without him realizing it, shifting ever so slightly closer to the other.
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ @intothevcid ; ft. RIN
⇢ Everything about this felt so... new. RIN had never had a friend before. Honestly, he hadn’t even met anyone near his own age until he was in his teens, and even then it was only in passing. The family he’d learned to love at the coffee shop was, honestly, the only real social interaction he’d ever known outside of the passing conversations with certain kinder workers at the facility where he was raised.
⇢ He pushed that idea from his mind, refusing to let himself spiral into some traumatic memory as he did so many nights, alone in the dark with nothing but his thoughts to keep him occupied. Instead he turned his attention fully to the male before him, watching as he shifted to mirror his posture. Heightened senses could hear the rapid pace of RYKER’s heart, and he was momentarily thankful that the other, most likely, could not hear his own. His face felt hot, and he was sure if he were to raise his hands from where they braced the pillow under his head, they would feel clammy.
⇢ ❝ Well... I don’t know. Are there usually? ❞ He asked, finding the question itself wholly embarrassing. God, he sounded like such a little kid, he couldn’t stand it. But at the same time, he couldn’t help what he didn’t know, could he. ❝ Oh, um.. no, that’s okay. ❞ He chewed his lower lip as he stammered for a reasonable explanation. ❝ I mean, the bed’s already kind of small, it’d be way too cramped if we put pillows, don’t you think? Plus I think we’d have to go downstairs to find some more, because I only have the two-- ❞ He suddenly realized how much he was talking and quickly looked away, staring at the outline of the blankets in the small space between them and letting the blush rise to his cheeks. ❝ Uh, sorry. ❞
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Dissociation Starters
FROM THE EMPTY
“No… I’m not hurt.”
“I don’t…”
“… Sorry. Say that again?”
“Sometimes I just … do this. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.”
“I don’t - I don’t remember.”
“You waited how long?”
“… I don’t like [trigger].”
“Will you walk me home?”
“I love you, I just… I can’t… I’m dissociating.”
“I.. don’t know how I got here.”
“I didn’t feel that. At all.”
“Did I zone out?”
“Don’t touch me.”
“My name is [name]. I’m [age]. I live in [place]. My name is [name] -”
“I can’t think of anything to do that isn’t stupid, canyouhelpme?”
“How did you find me?”
“I think I’m in [different State]. Will you come?”
FROM THE FULL
“Hey. [Name]? Look at me.”
“I’m right here.”
“How long have you been sitting here?”
“What happened?”
“Your shirt is on backwards.”
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
“It’s windy today. This bench has a nice texture, don’t you think?”
“Do you mind if I sit with you?”
“Okay, I’ll be here.”
“Hey - come in. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came.”
“Drink some water. It has ice.”
“I’ll run a shower.”
“Let me wash it for you.”
“I can’t clean you up if I can’t touch you. Will you give me your hand?”
“We’ll ride it out. You’re safe here.”
“I’ll put on a movie.”
partghoul:
cherry catches sight of someone sitting further away. he looks different in proper lighting , but xe’s pretty sure he’s the same person from earlier that nix was with. for a second , xe considers going over and thanking him (and apologizing to him ) personally for what happened back there , but he looks busy doing something more important than silly introductions.
attention turns to what he assumes is the kitchen do to the noise , but he ignores it in favor of responding to nix with a grin. cherry makes xer way to the stools he’s directed to , taking the one that’s right across from nix. elbows rest on the countertop in front of him to prop his chin up as he curiously watches them move around. “ yes ,please. i’d love coffee. ” by some miracle he’d discovered that coffee’s able to satiate his hunger for some time. often , coffee is the only thing that’s getting him through the week.
“ i have a lot ,actually. ”where does cherry even start asking ? the last thing she wants is to scare nix off by a barrage of questions that she doubts they can even answer. “ are , like , all of you — ” voice drops to a volume that’s closer to a stage whisper than anything else. “ghouls ?” he doesn’t give them even a second to respond before he continues , talking a little faster now. “ and you kept mentioning doves. what’s that ? ‘cause , like , i know i’m dumb, but i’m not dumb enough to think you mean the actual birds. ” eyes widen a little as xe leans forward. “ unless you do mean the birds ? also , what did you do with the bodies ?” finger points in ozzie’s direction , but eyes remain trained on nix. “ he took them somewhere , right —what’s he doing right now , by the way — ? does this happen a lot , because you seemed to have everything under control. better than i would have, anyway. ” cherry only stops talking to catch xer breath. there’s a faint blush rising to xer cheeks , realizing that xer questions have turned into a ramble that xe’s not sure nix was able to follow. “ sorry… i just haven’t seen anyone who’s like me. ” cue a slightly nervous laugh as xe tries to let the embarrassment wash off.
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ @partghoul ; ft. NIX
⇢ There was a momentary pause as NIX watched CHERRY assess the situation, eyes moving from OZZIE, to the door to the kitchen, before finally settling on them. They could sense the anxious curiosity the younger had, and wanted nothing more than to assure xer that xe was safe in this space. But that was better shown than said, so instead they opted to give another warm smile.
⇢ The sudden rambling caused the smile to grow further, an enamored sort of amusement rising inside of them as they listened to the questions. It had been a long time since someone was so doe-eyed and innocent to everything -- perhaps since they’d adopted RIN into the circle, even. It brought out the parental instinct from within them, causing their heart to flutter.
⇢ They went to work starting the coffee, freshly ground beans pungent in their aroma from within the french press, a complex process made easy under the guidance of their well trained hands. They were known for their coffee, after all, and the care that they put into each and every cup. Perhaps it was one of their passions, or perhaps they simply enjoyed seeing other people content. Either way, they’d spent a long time perfecting their process, and by now it was an art form to watch.
⇢ ❝ We’re all ghouls, yes. I’m assuming by your eyes you weren’t born this way, right? At least, not fully? ❞ They paused, looking over at her for a moment before going back to work. ❝ Dove is the codename we use for the CCG, the human organization created to track down and kill ghouls. You can tell one by the silver briefcase they carry, that’s where they keep their weapon. ❞ They set the fresh cup of coffee down in front of CHERRY and smiled, then turned their attention to OZZIE and spoke in a louder tone. ❝ Hey OZ, c’mere for a sec. ❞
⇢ OZZIE looked up at the sound, taking out an earbud and giving a lopsided, golden retriever-esque smile before standing, and sauntering over. ❝ ‘Sup? ❞
⇢ ❝ Meet our new guest. This is CHERRY. He wants to know what you did with the bodies. ❞
⇢ ❝ Hey, the name’s OZZIE. Brought ‘em down to the basement, we got a whole morgue set up down there. ❞ His smile widened, an amused glint in his eye as he stared at the newcomer. He was used to new people, having been the first person NIX had ever picked up, but it was still fun whenever one came around. ❝ So what happened out there, CHERRY? You lose your head or something? ❞
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ with JIHYUN acquired from ✫ ⇢ @hopeworth
⇢ There was something undeniably pitiful about the man standing there, moreso a ghost than a human being, meat so obviously clinging to bone as though it were the last wall of a great castle around his steady beating heart, ready to give in and weep at the smallest breath in its direction. It was a sight that would so naturally bring most to their knees in solemn reverence, a display that was both outwardly grand and pathetic in nature. And to JIHYUN, it left a feeling she could only describe as numb, an inability to define the growing discomfort from her chest, and an unwillingness to admit a guttural emotion may be manifesting within her. The cause was obvious, and yet the reaction so muddled by trauma, and a genuine lack of social control, that her mind was unable to grasp the wholeness of her feelings.
⇢ And so the natural response became the go-to, push down any thought of vulnerability, pretend nothing is the matter, and move on as though unaffected by the turmoils within. To craft a mask was patient work, even the most delicate of fingers becoming calloused and raw from the construction of such a safety net. And to adorn it, even harder, the bridge of the nose caving in and the material seeping into the skin, sending chemical burns through the surface until the previous face was no longer identifiable from the new precaution. It was painful, and tiresome, and altogether a coward’s journey, but it was one that JIHYUN had learned to covet, and had grown quite skilled in handling. To be so wise to the ways of the facade, to know its secrets, is to be able to tell just what sort of barricade someone has put up around their brain, and if desired, exactly how to deconstruct it.
⇢ ❝ Anywhere but here. ❞ Deadpan, tired, ready to move on - she was unwilling to admit anything, and was already too deep into her charade to realize just how similar the two were. She knew if he went inside now, if left to his own devices, he would shut himself away and let himself rot, forget where the blankets ended and the body began, and lose himself to the void. And she knew if she were in his shoes, she would do the exact same thing. Cowards attract cowards, right?
⇢ ❝ Or at least let me come in with you. We can do whatever, I don’t know. I don’t really care. ❞ Finally, some words of truth from her lips. They felt sticky and off, but she let them drip down her chin nonetheless. ❝ Anything but sit around and think, I guess. ❞
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hopeworth:
☾ * / 001. surrounded by cutlery and the distant sound of porcelain hitting metal, the terrible and sharp noise that cuts through the air like lighting strikes the ground in desperate tandem and lands with a force that could shatter eardrums if not careful. it was muffled beneath his thoughts as if protecting him from its stabbing, shivering within its cage as if a dog in a crate surrounded by nothing but the watchful eyes of things that wanted to eat it, safe within its bars but terribly afraid that something may slip through, jaws slobbering into his space and claws reaching far enough to cut him deeply until they could lick at the blood that seeped over the sides and gain all the more desperation for more, for the feel of his flesh within their teeth and the snap of his bones like simple toothpicks to their size. he could barely hear the mumble of activity, the quiet of conversation hushed to avoid overhear of gossip and feeling, of comprehending and curiosity for what happens next in the stories being told over morning coffee and afternoon tea shared by both those who wake up before the sun and those who consider a time as late as this ( was it still 10am or had time passed so callously? ) to be their alarm.
☾ * / 002. he had been situated on the floor of the kitchen after the squeezing of his throat, the way his heart hammered in his chest as if it would soon break free from the cage and plop messily onto the counter and be seen by all who opposed it. a panic, sudden and without the charge of warning and so, so ready to ruin his reputation that barely held its head high enough to breath over the waters of understanding, barely was able to continue to kick and scream for help for it was so afraid of dipping below, of water in its eyes and filling its lungs with sewage and malice and every other horrible thing upon its saddened tongue. he was hopeless enough to be dragged into secrecy, lifted from his stool to abandon his coffee with gentle hand at his elbow but pity in the eyes that watched a grown man be submitted to something as low as quiet whisper and silent understanding. he wanted to die, to curl up upon the floor and allow those who patronized him to rejoice as he convulsed and the devil took his soul, ripped him to shreds until he was nothing more than a pile of red and pink and brown melded together like a stringy mess of fate.
☾ * / 003. head lifting, solemn and eyes squinted against the bright light of the overhead fixtures reminiscent of bible school and a deep want to go home before they blinded him permanently. there was no clock he could see, no way to tell how much time had passed him without mercy for his state, without the pause of care to allow him to catch up with its ever changing face. “ hikaru, “ he mumbled barely above the ringing in his ears, hoping the cook was still running around the establishment, that the subtle noise of movement and metal over itself, hitting with vigor to speed processes that normally took far too much time to master if one was not already skilled in the art was really him preparing for guests as usual, the cycle of his occupation. it was still so hard to process, to visualize and understand if the blinding light was real or simply a figment of an overactive imagination, one not stunted by the reality of everything but instead subjected to wherever it would like to turn, a dream state unlike any other as real as allowing him to feel the painful dig of brick against his spin and the cold of flooring beneath the seat of his pants, the way his palms could feel warm skin beneath them as they met the rip of the knees of his jeans, not daring to show the scars that hid themselves just a few steps upward toward his hip. he needed once more a hand at his elbow or perhaps his chin, to lift it upward and declare him worthy of living despite.
◦ ☾—*:・゚◦⇢ @hopeworth ; ft. HIKARU
⇢ The swears were spoken only under breath, shrouded within the exhale of lungs and kept to oneself in a relenting force of obedience. The café was not a restaurant - most food being ordered having been preprepared and wrapped in protective casing or hidden within thick glass for at least a day until someone brought their eyes upon it and allowed it refuge from its wilting. The baked goods were prepared each morning, often finding themselves being forgotten within their plastic tombs until they were inevitably thrown away. The offerings were prepared well, obviously skilled hands having crafted them in the hopes of bringing enjoyment, but no one was there for the food. The people who shuffled in and out of the chiming door so constantly were undoubtedly there for one thing and one thing only: NIX’s coffee. So, HIKARU’s job was often easy, allowing him to spend most of his day helping with the matters ... less likely to be spoken of so freely.
⇢ And yet with one sly motion, one ever so small change in the routine, the entire train came off of the track and went plummeting into the ravine, lost within the depths of the earth and never to be seen again. It was this thing, this ... human.
⇢ He smelled of rot and sour milk, the frothing of his blood pulsating so grotesquely through his veins making HIKARU’s ears ring and his skin prickle. He would never understand why NIX would take a liking to such a kind. They’d always had a softness within them for the broken humans, the hurt ones, or the ones who so obviously had seen nightmares of which HIKARU didn’t want to attempt to imagine. It was always the ones that smelled the worst that they let hang around.
⇢ ❝ What. ❞ His voice was low and disgruntled, an obvious annoyance at the newfound hinderance to his job now calling out to him.
⇢ ❝ Be nice. ❞ RIN’s voice came out, genuine and soft despite the underlying anxiety he always seemed to hold. He brought a pile of dishes to one of the sinks, and began to run the water. ❝ Or I’ll go get the boss. ❞
⇢ HIKARU’s eyes narrowed at the younger, causing him to turn quickly and focus on his work. He stayed like that for a while, allowing his gaze to burn holes into his friend’s shirt, before finally relenting and walking over to where the disheveled being sat. He looked so pathetic there, so utterly useless. ❝ You need something? You know you can’t just sit there all day, right? ❞