#binaryreset

@binaryreset​​​​​  sent  in:  it was lunch time at the school, and student pass by and chat with eachother, when..." itsuki, itsuki! " the alien teen lights up upon seeing the other across the courtyard, an hand jutting up in the air to excitedly wave, before he jogged on over." hiya! how you doing today, huh? " saeyoung chatters, energized as ever. " do you wanna eat lunch with me, maybe? i scored some pretty awesome snacks from the vending machine, so! " // tmohs au saeyoung my beloved <3 

                     ‶  i  don’t  see  why  not.  ″  saeyoung  was...  interesting  for  a  TFEI,  to  say  the  least.  first  and  foremost,  itsuki  was  intrigued  by  him.  he  wanted  to  learn  more  about  him,  how  he  operated,  and  anything  else  he  was  able  to  get  his  hands  on.  information  was  a  resource  more  valuable  than  gold,  in  his  eyes.

                     but...  on  some  level  he  also  found  himself  enjoying  the  other’s  company.  that  bright  and  cheery  attitude  was  pleasant  to  be  around.  and  the  energy  the  other  exuded  was  almost  infectious.  

“ no, i’m not. ” the words are out of saeran’s mouth before he fully processes what he is saying, syllables tripping over each other as hands curl into fists, skeletal fingers bunching the rough hospital blanket. unnaturally green eyes are fixed on his own hands ( bones stark against pale skin ), the bruises on his knuckles, the scars that tell a story that is best left in a grave.

“ i’m… ” his voice is rough from disuse, brows pinched together — he is a shadow of himself, cheekbones jutting against skin in a mockery of who he once was. teeth dig into chapped lips hard enough to draw blood, and saeran almost relishes in the familiar iron tang.

gaze dragged up from the coarse blanket, saeran finds his brother, all golden and bright, so alive! a splash of life in this white hospital room, fluor- escent lights buzzing in the background! saeyoung is looking at him, saeyoung is seeing him, and his gaze is so kind, so warm, so familiar—

and saeran can’t stand it.

he can’t fucking stand it.

( he said he’d protect me. he promised. )

“ i’m not. i’m fucking not. you know what i did— what i almost did— ” words are ashen, sticking in his throat, his lungs, heavy coals that burn at the very core of saeran’s being. the syllables are smoke: they sear and choke, threatening to swallow him whole.

“ stop being so selfless! ”

( why does saeyoung still care?! )

“ you’re wasting your time! ” voice raised, it cracks all the same:

a shattered mirror, a shattered image, a shattered promise.

( but the promise wasn’t shattered, was it? ) ( saeyoung came back. they are together. )

but he left!

but she lied.

“ go to hell. ” there is no punch to it, saeran’s rage having burned out days ago. he feels empty, all of his emotions carved away, leaving room for an unwanted animal to make itself at home. “ you don’t have to stay here. ”

🥚 Can I interest my MysMes Mutuals in an official AU?

  Accidentally the princess stumbled into them. Shock danced across the princess' pristine features. "Oh my goodness! Sorry! I did not see you there!"

🖤 Aight AIGHTT~ They’re not perfect but here they are!

Spring break of her first year at Hope's Peak. Truthfully, she was just glad she'd convinced mother in any capacity not to make her come home for the week, but the agreement was that she'd have to instead do a trip abroad to a country of her choosing; she couldn't simply stay in Japan and spend her time as any old student with seven days off. As such, she found herself in Seoul, and of all places she could end up, she did not find herself high and dry.

Amidst her excitement, that afternoon she'd gotten off the plane, she was abnormally graceless, bumping into another person as she found herself at the bus station. In the stumble, a pair of bright orangish glasses fell to the floor, she knelt over to pick them up, holding them out to the other person she collided with. "I-I am so sorry," she said cordially… or at least she thought did (it had been a while since she'd used conversational Korean.)

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Doctor Who — A Town Called Mercy || Accepting

"Of course you would." It's a chuckle that's given from the planner and detective as she takes a sip of tea from her thermos. She'd gotten a new case and- one thing leading to another- led her to a surveilled warehouse.