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love — write a drabble of your character realizing they’re in love with mine.

     when they first met, it was sunny and unbearably hot. at first, the card was just a friendly face, a nice friend to have that he’d hang around with every so often. he remembers the initial introduction, one that consisted of his own truths and the other’s lies. he’d accepted it nevertheless, and now?

     well, now he couldn’t be happier.

     his face never shows it, lips staying in a tight, straight line even when his heart pounds in his chest, even when the card snuggles against his side and falls asleep that way, even when he sees the younger shift while he’s only somewhat secretively drawing him.

     ( the feeling burns slowly at the start of it all, a small tightening of his chest that turns to shortness of breath to ideas that swirl in his head. ideas of the simplest of things, from holding hands to just sitting within the same room, and soon enough he finds his ideas turn to wishes that turn to undeniable want.

     his feelings changed with the seasons; where the heat of the sun once gave way to subtle happiness, the cool breeze brought about a gentle wish, and now the biting cold gives him a swelling feeling in his chest that somehow keeps his entire body warm. and where the heat of the sun once gave way to dark lies, the cool breeze brought about white ones, and now the biting cold gives him truth. )

     he takes his lower lip between his teeth, gently nipping at it as he draws. he stays silent as not to rouse the card from sleep, and in the back of his mind he can’t help but think how peaceful the other looks this way: his face free from irritation or concentration, mouth parted slightly and breathing gentle and slow — peaceful.

     he leans in to get a closer look, shoulder brushing against the younger’s as their noses almost touch; he hadn’t paid attention to just how far he’d leaned, though he’s comfortable with this — comfortable with watching, with every little detail he takes in.

     a slight movement of the other’s head startles him and he immediately begins to lean back, though he feels arms snake around his neck and, when he meets the card’s eyes, he freezes in place.

     “taehyunie hyung,” the boy all but whines, and it’s cute (taehyun thinks he just might die if the boy keeps that up), “stay here. i’m comfortable.”

     “jeongguk-ah..” taehyun trails off, and jeongguk obviously sees it as resistance because in the next moment there’s a gentle peck being placed on his cheek. his cheeks turn red at the action and he falls silent, eyes shifting from the triumphant little grin on jeongguk’s face to the fabric of the boy’s shirt as he rests his head on his shoulder.

     jeongguk’s influence on him is great — so great that such a small action leaves his mind going into a state of overdrive that consists of a conflict of emotions that includes one he’s been on the fence about for quite some time: love.

     but now, in the hacker’s loose embrace, cheek resting against his shoulder, he can feel his heart almost aching with how much it wants this very thing; the warmth is overpowering despite the wintry weather, and he finally knows for sure that, in this moment, he loves jeon jeongguk.

     and he’s sure jeon jeongguk loves him, too.

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Foresight does not know what it is like to have friendships. Any form of love and affection is unknown to the card and often mistaken it for tolerance and patience. Minki can count the people he might somewhat call his friends with one hand and for someone to have Minki's complete trust? Practically goes unheard of.

Except for one. Maybe. Minki will probably never admit it, though. He most likely does not even know it himself, for a card that is so ignorant towards "human affection".

Now, here is Minki, standing in front of an apartment door, in which the card can already tell that the quality of this apartment is nowhere near as grand and luxurious as his own. They often met outside or at Minki's place since that's what the card preferred but Taehyun was so eager to finish an art piece and have Minki's opinion of it immediately that Taehyun was very adamant of not leaving his apartment until he finished.

Rolling his eyes at the fact that the owner can't hear the damn doorbell because he must be drawing his life away, like always. Minki had been waiting for five minutes already-five minutes too long, and the card was this close to leaving.

[ ✉️  txt message -> tater tae ] open up for fucks sake

[ ✉️  txt message -> tater tae ] i've been standing in front of your door bc you're literally deaf

[ ✉️  txt message -> tater tae ] i swear to god if you make me wait for another five minutes i'm leaving

from this meme ! fight — write our muses having a fight  

"woah, you don't have to -- hey, listen! i've already got a hero!"

lucky's protests were frantic, the card waving both hands around with palms faced outward in some kind of gesture meaning 'stop' -- he's scared at first, because really, it's not often that heroes are willing listen to him when he tells them; but to his surprise, the hero actually does lower his weapon, and strangely... looks relieved.

it's not like he was putting much effort into fighting lucky in the first place -- it's why he opted for talking him out of it rather than just taking off. he always got the feeling that the hero wasn't really that into it. put up to it, maybe, by the league? or was there still that thing going on about earning extra points for catching cards?

he probably should have run away and called minhyun anyway, because this is the sort of thing lucky really shouldn't take risks with, even if the odds are that he'll survive in any case; but he apparently chose the right outcome, because the other man seemed to not only willingly give up, but he looks almost grateful for lucky giving him a reason not to fight him.

even still, lucky's arms are still stretched out in front of him, and he blinks. "um... are we okay?"

the hero shrugs, saying something dismissive, to the effect of yeah i didn't want to fight you anyway and then lucky exhales, letting his arms drop to his sides.

now that he's less fearful, he can actually look at the other -- he thinks he might recognize him, he's seen him around when minhyun brings him to training. "i'm just wondering, though, what kind of weapon is that? do you really try to kill things with a big stick?" he doesn't mean it as shade or anything, really he's genuinely curious. and now that his fight-or-flight response has ceased and the other isn't registering as a threat, he's returning to his chatty self despite the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

From here: @ccsouththshop — write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping.

“I gotta admit Taehyun-ah...I’m surprised you wanted to do something like this,” she said, eyeing her friend carefully to see if there was perhaps another motive to the idea of going shopping.

But that was highly unlikely for them. If Taehyun wanted to go shopping, they would simply go shopping and that would be that. Although if trouble arose....well, they both knew very well what would happen then and it was very likely that Ji Hyo would get herself involved.

Even though the odds were against them with this type of situation, Ji Hyo hoped for the best and hoped the two would have a good time. 

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On great nights, Aelius will have a full night’s rest. On good nights, Aelius will have five to six hours of sleep. On bad nights, Aelius will watch the digital numbers on his bedside table as his heart continues to rapidly thump thump, a hummingbird’s wings beating against his ribcage.

Tonight was a bad night.

Aelius couldn’t bear to watch his clock, the red number almost mocking him, taunting him to try and close his eyes. He pushed the sheets aside and climbed out of bed, limbs working a mindless rhythm. Aelius changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and pulled on a black hoodie; it was late, there was no one to impress. He quietly toed on his sneakers and left the apartment, the blood in his veins itching.

He left the building, no sense of sense or direction. Everything was air game and Aelius let his feet drag along the pavement. Eyes half-lidded, Aelius stumbled his way through dead streets and dark alleys, mind in a fog.

some memes /w @ccsouthth

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There was so much about the world Jae didn’t understand. His upbringing was in medieval Europe, during the time of feudal lords and kings, where technology was primitive to this modern time. Needless to say, it was a struggle to accustom himself to the new times, and even the completely new customs of this foreign land. Was he improving since his capture? To an extent, but not nearly as much as he felt he should. He just didn't understand. Technology made people lazy.

Yet, he couldn't bash it too much. Equally good perks had come from the advancements, such as communication. That was a whole new complication to the dragon. He didn't understand how computers or phones worked at all, much less those dreaded memes. Humor these days was so strange.

It was all the more strange when someone he’d only talked to once or twice (because of his captor) was showing him a picture of a... chicken with glasses. He owned a pair similar to these, what was he implying?

“Sorry if I am assuming too much, but are you comparing me to a chicken?” Jae blinked, observing the picture with confusion. Almost a little too loud (this man better not be questioning his integrity), he quickly explained, “A chicken usually implies being a coward, and I am not a coward!”

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