#ccxjin

Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date. 

it was a pretty day, one that indicated the end of a winter, promised warmer, brighter days. but lisa never thought about her hours like this. every day seemed to blend into the next. colder today, warmer tomorrow, it didn’t really make a difference to her.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + food fetish, mutual masturbation

food fetish

“no thank you. hard no on that one.”

mutual masturbation

seeing it is an accident-- an it, not a him or them, because cards are not human, and are not deserving of any acknowledgement of being so. she is still trying to carefully coax her team to safety while fighting through the chaos. she scans the area, and when that familiar form comes into her vision, she feels like she’s seeing a ghost.

why now? she’s spent a year and a half looking for the card that killed her parents; she seared the image of her parents’ assailant behind her eyelids so she would never forget. she drew pictures of the form like an amateur sketch artist aiding in the search for a suspect, all for herself and no one else. daredevil was always just a side mission; this-- finding this card and defeating it has been her purpose ever since the blood of her parents changed the colors of her transformation from pink and green to red and black, and so there is no other option.

at first, she thinks it’s the familiar presenting her with one last challenge-- that this image too, is just an illusion, until she sees two of them. no, the card is here. how did she not consider that before? there are two of it, and it’s fighting itself. she actually snorts at the sight, because of course this is the challenge a card faces. itself. it’s pathetic.

she doesn’t think. it’s a moment of instinct and realization. it is this is my chance, and she recalls her own battle, and how much stronger she felt than the replicas. their power seemed mostly psychological, and so naturally, the card that is winning is the real one, and the one she must defeat. she launches into action, charging at the winning version’s back, clutching both ends of her whip in her hands. when she reaches the card, she loops it around his neck and pulls tight-- a sneak attack, like a knife to a throat without any lead up threats or last words allowed.

she glares at the nearly defeated version of the card anyway, wordless, fire all in her eyes. the real version will die, and the replica will understand just as well. she’ll kill both of them; no incarnation of this monster should be allowed to walk the earth.

she wants to ask, do you remember me? of course not. i’m an entirely different person than i was when you took them from me. i’m unrecognizable. i’m like this because of you. you did this to me.

17: Goofy Kiss

Knowledge laughed, his laughter echoing within the majestic structure they were within. Judgement sat beside him, drinking in the alcohol meant as offerings to the gods.

Thousands of bodies lay scattered beneath their feet, a civilization vanished, erased off the world.

Chuckling drunkenly, Knowledge place a big sloppy kiss on Judgement’s cheeks.

@ccxjin

“harder – i said harder! – wait, no – no, not that hard – ow!”

the last exclamation was unnecessary. jin couldn’t feel the pain of fictional characters, especially those trapped inside a screen. but his character died anyway, and he was at the edge of his seat – literally – because they would lose the level if jaebum didn’t survive the entire barrage of aliens and whatnot on his own –

but he does, and that’s when jin finally breathes. his character is revived and all is well and good. as any normal person would do to show their gratitude, jin places his hand behind jaebum’s head to call the other man’s attention, tilting his own ever so slightly, and placing a soft kiss, more like a sigh of thanks, of relief.

jin is gentle, too, or as gentle as he can be, and when the music from the game rises in crescendo, he breaks away (almost reluctantly), smiling nonetheless as he stays there for a sliver of a moment more. “that’s a good boy, jaebum. you showed those aliens what we’re made of!”

“Did I make hyung happy?” 

It’s rare for Jaebum to seek approval from anyone because most of the time, he’s the one giving out praises and compliments to his juniors. He’s the one everyone wants to please so he has never been the one wanting to please. It’s an occupational hazard, he thinks, that comes with being president of the league. Apparently being one of the first magical boys somehow makes him the go-to person for advice and the like; he doesn’t complain on most days for he secretly loves being able to father all of his rookies and help them in anyway he can. 

But being around Jin somehow forces him to take a step back and hand the control to someone else and it often leaves the president torn between committing to obedience or asserting his dominance and reminding the damned card who’s bass-- most of the time he fails and it leaves him with deathly embarrassed. 

@ccxjin:

{ 1.5-ish years ago }

“i’m serious,” he says, finally getting the hang of this lying thing. granted, he obviously still doesn’t know how to dress himself. this whole pretending-to-look-human thing is still quite a lot for him to grasp. the odd looks thrown their way might be because of his pink tracksuit – it does stand out – or the fact that he has his arms around the other boy’s shoulders.

“i swear,” he insists again, “if you buy me dinner, i’ll agree to be your card. that’s what all you magical boys and girls want, right? to turn us into cards?”

he laughs, clearly amused. he supposes he doesn’t mind being captured. it’s just that he doesn’t want to be captured by some person who can’t give him everything he wants – and boy, does he want everything. call it excitement, maybe, but there’s just soooo much to have in the world nowadays.  

jin (and this is the name he’s chosen for himself, not wanting to be named by some mortal…creature) stops in his tracks, and faces the shorter male, hands at his shoulders again before placing a kiss to his forehead. more odd looks; he doesn’t care much for the attention.

“isn’t that how people make promises? i saw it on the…uh…” his hand left what’s-his-face’s shoulder, making a circular movement as he tried to think, and then snapping his thumb and forefinger once he remembered: “the television! yes! it was in a…drama? very amusing. everyone is stupid, it’s great.”

“well- i mean, i guess-” yoongi replies, brows furrowing slightly because this whole deal seemed very, very strange to him. half a year into being a magical boy didn’t exactly make him an expert on cards, but if there’s something he’s picked up from his team and personal observation, it’s that cards really, really don’t want to be captured.

yet jin was offering himself to be his card over dinner and, well, yoongi didn’t really see how that could be a bad thing. he doesn’t have any yet, plus he likes jin, so if this was really as easy as it would get to capture the taller, then yoongi could do it.

but then he’s stopped in his tracks and jin’s hands are on his shoulders and yoongi can barely even react before the taller is pressing his lips to his forehead. there’s definitely a light shade of pink greeting his cheeks then, mostly out of embarrassment from the odd looks thrown their way than anything else, and yoongi can just freeze and blink. “um-”

3. kiss on the nose

“how exactly are you that badat this?” sunyoung asks, blinking almost owlishly at the hapless fool sat in her living room, groaning in frustration at the ‘game over’ decorating the screen of his contraption. this must havebeen the third time he’d died in the chapter. her fingers twitch against thepadding of the sofa, eager to offer her assistance. however, she knows well that itwould be met with a sneer or indignant huff. “you’re gonna end up makingyourself mad again, you know.” 

the sound of his furious tappingand video game’s battle theme fills the air. for a moment, she’s patient enoughto entertain it, until the depressing tune of yet another ‘game over’ plays andjin shuts the 3ds with a snap. biting down on her tongue—an ‘i told you so’would have just brought another quarrel and they fought enough—sunyoung onlyfaces him and motions him over.

“hey, grumpy,” she whispers, giggling slightly, “come here.”

in response, he shoots her a look, half questioning and half in distaste. sunyoung only insists further (”come, come!”) and laughs gleefully when, for some reason or another, jin humours her and crouches down slightly to accommodate her smaller frame. 

the sofa silently shifts with her weight as she dives forward, pacing a brief kiss on the tip of jin’s nose. sunyoung then pulls away with a short laugh, basking in the confused expression that overcomes his features. it was an act of affection, jinri told her. and she may not act like it, but sunyoung held a bit of affection for jin. at least, sometimes.

@ccxjin

Knowledge climbed through the window, sure it was high up, but that did not deter him. He could have picked the lock, or scanned his own mind for the passcode but well... climbing in through the window made more sense to him.

A cup noodle was resting on the coffee table, Knowledge unceremoniously sat down and clapped his hands together. “Thank you for the food.” He said in Japanese, peeling the aluminium back and enjoying the noodles.

It was with a mouth still full of noodles that his old friend returned, and still with a mouthful of noodles that he gave an open grin to Judgement.

Judgement and Knowledge...

Once upon a time, civilisations bled the ground crimson.

Once upon a time, they massacred for the good of man.

Once upon a time, to save mankind from their own folly and pride, they were considered monsters...

Their deeds is the basis of the end of days.