agravebloom‌:

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it’s the hour in the evening in which the stars that hang about the velvet sky are brightest, when everything seems to possess a faint, rosy film of stardust and eventide charm. the energy in paranoia is that of a slow winding down, of drowsy companionship and the quiet, warm prattle specific to the drunk and addicted and their waning hours. how gabriel could drown in these hours, until he knows nothing but round edges in his vision and warm nerves and the honeyed sweetness of a drink burning its way down his throat. 

he parts from where he sings, pale ivory robe trailing behind him, the smell of jasmine skin and honeysuckle hair cuts through the sharp scent of sitting alcohol and smoke; he’s, at once, a fixture of paranoia as much as he is an anomaly. perhaps there are still those who do not know him by name, only by fragrance or by sound, or something they’ve known in a dream - he doesn’t mind it this way, never ever believing he was meant to be more than an enigma, a creature to know in halves. 

“there you are,” he says, and it’s not certain if he’s addressing one patron over another, only that they hope he might at all before daylight comes and wakes them. a faint smile flits about his lips. “you won’t pass out on me, will you?”

       “  m’feelin a little lightheaded  ---  you know mouth to mouth  ?  ”  siwon wraps an arm around gabriel’s waist and snuggles in closer  ,  as close as close can get in a dark room full of people  .  lights in the air  ,  fumes lingering in the foggy mist that sets a mood  .  this place’s always been on the finer side of trash  ,  haughty and expensive on the outside but just as dirty on the inside  .  fingertips lingering on the silk of gabriel’s robe  ,  siwon’s mind runs wild with images of what sin lies beneath all this pretty  .  

       “  how late are you staying tonight  ?  ”  he asks  ,  only a little desperate  .  clingy but calm  ,  smile still playful and eyes so wide  .  “  cleaned up my place since the last time you stopped by  .  thought you should see it   ,  y’know  . ”  looks up at gabriel from beneath a long pair of eyelashes  ,  “ congratulate me on a job well done  . ”  not a lie  .  company was the last thing on his mind when gabriel stopped by the slums last time  ,  but siwon hadn’t thought to be ashamed until the sun came up the next morning  .  now  ,  he’d spent a whole two hours cleaning and straightening up shit  .  made it look almost presentable  ,  as worth living in as any place in that quarter could  .  “  whatddya say  ?  dinner and a date  . ”

ninegran‌:

“shit, fuck, cocksucking motherfucking fuck.”

no matter how many times nine ate complete shit on her bike—this time: clipped a turn too tight until the whole thing went belly-up, and her arm skimmed along the dirt beneath her for what would surely turn into some wicked road burn later while she went fully parallel to the ground; in an instant, the motorcycle beneath her sputtered and spun out, machine skidding across the ground in one direction and nine’s body thrust in the opposite direction, ragdoll-rolling across the dirt and the dust a few feet, and thank god it was a pretty empty segment of this piece of shit city, not too many buildings around for her to make a wreckage of—no matter how many times, she never stopped getting that heartskippage, the split second where her stomach bottomed out and her entire body screamed, ‘this is it. this is when i fucking die. this is the time.’ 

and every time she opened her eyes and saw the shit sun and the shit sky and this shit city all over again, and her senses processed the pain that indicated she was, indeed, still alive, she thanked her lucky fuckin’ stars. “jesus fucking christ. don’t even—don’t even look at me.” nine could tell by the shadows that someone lurked nearby while she took inventory of her body. okay. well, nothing felt broken. “listen, i meant to do that. i meant to do that. i stuck that landing. what, you couldn’t tell?” at least she’d killed the engine on the bike when she felt its center of gravity start to pull away from hers.

       at this time of the day --- night  ,  shit  ,  whenthefuck ever  .  time’s just started to bleed more into itself lately and the sun’s a rare sight past all these skytowers and neons --- siwon’s caught doing what he’s normally doing around this time  :  sitting ass pretty at some bottom barrel ramen bar in the quieter part of town  .  chopsticks in hand  ,  noddles in his mouth  .  broth dripping from his lips  .  skin’s all sticky because he’s sweating salt from the smoking hot barrel pots at his back as he lazily watches the screen box television in the corner  .  some old soap drama  ,  bits of spanish and mandarin here and there  .  the bar’s a place more hole than hole in the wall  .  no windows  ,  just plastic screens separating the street from the dining area  ,  so siwon’s got a perfect view of a bike roaring around a corner and slamming straight to the ground  .   

       he slurps his noodles and his brows shoot up  .  snorts at her bullshit and thinks about getting up when the cook hustles past one of the flaps to start rambling in japanese  .  “  she wants to know if you’re all right  , ”  siwon offers helpfully from his stool  .  he’s got his elbows on the table and spine hunched over  ,  “ got some real talent  ,  some spot on aim there  .  but you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time for an x games audition  ,  so----   outta luck there  ,  dude  . ”  when it doesn’t look like the cook’s going anywhere  ,  siwon climbs down the stool and comes bouncing around the high metal table  ,  drops to a squat by the bike laying side-up on the cracked  ,  scorched pavement and pokes at the metal  .  whistles  ,  “  dude  ,  you totally fucked your bike  ,  you know that  ,  right  ?  look at this  ,  it’s all  . . .  warped  .  damn --------- oh  ,  good  .   engine looks fine  ,  lucky you  . ”  then he looks at her  ,  eyes sweeping over her skin clinically  ,  “ you ain’t looking to trot either  .  were going  ,  what  ?  32  ,  35 kilometers an hour around that turn  ?  shit  , ”  scratches his head and mumbles something to the cook who reaches down  ,  generous ,  “ obvious  ,  but you’re blessed as shit to not be roadkill right now  . ”

just came home from work with a terrible headache --- hate to miss opening day  ,  but replies and messages will have to wait until tomorrow  !

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies.  you love shorts.   dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture.   sad movies suck.   you own a car racing game.   you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter.   you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.   you have watched sports on tv.   gory movies are cool.   you go to your dad for advice.   you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.   baggy sweats are cool to wear.   it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.   green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.   you love to go crazy and not care what people think.   sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth.   you sleep with your socks on at night.   you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.   you wear eyeliner.   you wear the color pink.   you go to your mom to talk.   you consider cheerleading a sport.   you hate wearing the color black.   you like going to the mall.   you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry.   you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.   shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics.   it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.   you smile a lot more than you should.   you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.   you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.   you like putting make-up on others.   you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars.  i tan easily.  i wish my hair was a different color.   i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo.  i am self-conscious about my appearance.  i’ve had/have braces.  i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger.  i have more than two piercings.  i have piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city.  i’ve seen a shooting star.  i’ve wished on a shooting star.  i’ve seen a meteor shower.  i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.  i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino.  i’ve been skydiving.  i’ve gone skinny-dipping.  i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.  i’ve crashed a car.  i’ve been skiing.  i’ve been in a musical.  i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.  i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi.  i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show.  i’ve eaten sushi.  i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t.  i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t.  i’ve snuck out.  i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game.  i’ve ran a red light.  i’ve witnessed a crime.  i’ve been in a fist fight.  i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying.  i hate funerals.  i’ve seen someone dying.  someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.  i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well.  stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.  i open up to others easily.  i watch the news.  i don’t kill bugs.  i sing in the shower.  i am a morning person.  i paid for a cell phone ring tone.  i am a sports fanatic.  i twirl my hair.  i care about grammar.  i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day.  i bake well.  my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.  i would wear pajamas to school.  i like martha stewart.  i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes.  i eat fast food weekly.  i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class.  i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room.  i am ticklish.  i love white chocolate.  i bite my nails.  i’m good at remembering faces.  i’m good at remembering names.  i’m good at remembering dates.  i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

       ☣  ;  (  KIM TAEHYUNG  ,  24  ,  HE/HIM  )  coming up next on rebel radio is OPAUL by FREDDIE DREDD  .  this tune goes out to SIWON RYU  .  rumor has it they just rolled into town and are fightin’ for the GHOULS  .  they’re AFFABLE  ,  INQUISITIVE but also AIMLESS  ,  MERCURIAL so watch your backs out there  .  we wish them the best of luck here in our golded city of light  .  stay vigilant  ,  stay dirty rock ‘n rollers and we’ll catch you for the next one  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i don’t know what editing is  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .  anyway  ,  here is siwon  ,  someone i’ve been work-shopping for a while  !  looking forward to writing with you  ♡

                     ☣  ;  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇  .

cw  :  drug mentions  ;  stop me if you’ve heard this one before------

       his dad’s a junkie and he hasn’t seen his mom since some fatcats bought their restaurant for a steal a few years before  ,  but that’s the way of life for a lot of people in the underground  .  young  ,  bored  ,  and desperate to hear and smell anything that wasn’t the rottenness of his own childhood home  ,  siwon found himself on the streets more nights than not  ,  spray paint in one hand   ,  painting nights in greens and purples until reds and blues chased him away  .  makes his first steal before he can tie his shoes  .  creates alliances with the neighborhood kids  ,  sneaks around to watch how the haves live with their pretty  ,  pretty screens and their ugly  ,  ugly words  .  school isn’t anything special  ,  either  ,  and while siwon can’t remember shit that he reads from a page he can work with his hands  .  fast and efficient  ,  nimble fingers whether they’re flying across a keyboard or fucking around with some screws  .  you can make something of yourself  ,  some of his teachers tell him while others can’t stop bitching about homework or tardiness or the way he falls asleep in the middle of class  .  but what’s siwon supposed to make  ?  he and his ragtag group of weirdos he calls friends  .  when he gets older and nights get hungrier  ,  siwon learns to stop relying on the benevolence of neighbors and finds a job  ---  he’s fast  ,  after all  ,  with a sweet face and wide eyes  ,  makes a helluva getaway after years and years of running  .  

       thieving’s a natural grift  .  he’d been training for this his whole life  .  then he catches the eyes of a boss man who isn’t nearly as mad as he should be catching some kid with his wallet in his hands  .  courier comes next  ,  ferrying messages from a bunch of suits all over the city  .  siwon never opened the packages  ,  never second guesses the credits that start bloating his account  .  desperate  ,  he does what he’s told and does it well ------ and that’s the real kicker  ,  isn’t it  ?  that after a year and some-odd months of dedicated service they leave him high and dry with some bullshit he doesn’t have any involvement with  .  after years of running  ,  boys in blue finally catch him and he’s left to take the fall of some dumb fuckery  ,  man  ,  and he’s pissed  .  steaming in jail  ,  it’s a wonder some other gang didn’t get to him first  .  the longer he sat and talked with that ghoul member  ,  the more he grew to despise the rich  ,  the ones who left him to rot after all the shit he did for them  .  what was even the point anymore  ?  dog eat dog kind of bullshit  ,  no sense of loyalty or shit anywhere  .  the law and all that money was out to get him from the beginning and siwon had enough of it  .  a few months locked up but he learned and leaned and learned  ,  only able to get out on a technicality  .  the second he stepped back out into the sun  ,  siwon followed the map given to him and signed up for the ghouls  .  city of light be damned  .  the only lights he wants to see are flames eating this hellhole alive  .

                    ☣  ;  𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  .

➤  full name.  ryu si-won ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  city of light ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  affiliation.  ghouls  ➤  primary occupation.  drug runner  ,  pickpocket  ➤  secondary occupation.  network manager at an internet cafe 

➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  panromantic ➤  character alignment.  chaotic neutral ➤  personality type.  enfp ➤  temperament.  sanguine ➤  wants.  power  ,  family

       stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and sun browned skin  .  half legs  .  a few pieces of silver in his ears and a small hoop on his bottom lip  .  dresses somewhere between a washed up rockstar  ,  your college weed dealer  ,  and a miami vice reject  .  style’s a whim with a closet’s chaotic mix of anything he thrifts or patches together  .  most of the time he’s sporting cuffed jeans  ,  vintage blouse  ,  a denim jacket or tweed blazer and thick ass boots  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandanna or a headband  ,  hair ties on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal —— or simply just a steal  .  likes colors just as much as he likes his neutrals  .  wears a black air filtration mask and fingerless gloves  .  considers his floral button-up shirts fancy material and his trousers cut off at the ankles  .  likes the smell of old leather and the breathing of fringe on a jacket  ,  the weight of heavy rings on his fingers and sunglasses swooped low on his nose  .  wears a monocle because he can’t be fucked with reading glasses  .   his hair’s been every color of the rainbow and he’s always changing it up thanks to temporary dye  .

                                    ☣  ;  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄  .

       hustles at arcade halls  ,  scarfs down ramen and burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon district  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  at the internet cafe one moment and grabbing fried cheese sticks in the next before crossing the bridge to watch the street races and venturing to the tunnels for the fighting rings  .  complains about being broke but puts down bets faster than anyone  .  lives for the feeling of wind in his hair so the window of his top-floor one bedroom shit hole stays open all the time  .  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   learned how to assemble a gun in less than sixty seconds and stays packing nowadays though he can’t really shoot for shit  .  spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  looks like an angel under all those holographic lights  .

       rides a motorbike and his skateboard  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  ---  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness that’s always been denied to him  .  has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  still sees his family  .  not as much as a good son would  ,  but he sends cash when he can and looks after his younger sister  ,  makes sure she stays well and clean  .  they don’t know half of what he’s gotten up to since he was let out of prison  ,  but they might have some idea --- after all  ,  who’d pay a crooked boy with a record as well as he seems to be  ?  when the sun starts to come up and he crashes into bed  ,  siwon stares out the window and thinks about how in another world  ,  or in another time he probably could’ve been something  .  could’ve made something great  .  but for now he’s just got a whole lot of anger  ,  raw like a fresh wound he can’t stop picking at  .  

                           ☣  ;  𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

➤  bonds.  my loyalty to my friends is unwavering  ;   i owe everything to my mentor --- a horrible person who’s rotting in jail somewhere  ;  i fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure this individual never crosses paths with me  . ➤  flaws.  once i pick a goal  ,  i become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life  ;  when I see something valuable  ,  i can't think about anything but how to steal it  ;  i have a weakness for the vices of the city  . 

       he’s friendly  ,  but he doesn’t make friends easily --- the ones that he has made  ,  he’d do anything for  .  because that’s how he’s gotten this far  ,  right  ?  all those people who looked after him when others tried to stomp him out  .  he’s still close with his teen friends who threw a few grifts with him  ,  gaming buddies that he knows only through a screen  .  little escapes from all the other bullshit going on in the world  .  even though he isn’t a club guy  ,  he runs into more than a few faces on his rounds  .  maybe they’re bad influences or sweethearts who help that touch starved affliction that comes from living in a city so wired  .  on the flip side  ,  there’s some enemies --- competitors in the runner world  ,  antagonists he meets at the races or rings for whatever reason  (  insane bets make tempers run hot  ,  who knows when they’ll flare for good and siwon’s learning the hard way how to keep his mouth shut  )  .  he’s fixed up a few cars or weapons for people recently because he misses working with his hands  .  y’know  ,  making nice  .  then there’s people he’s caught in a crossfire with  ,  where they’ve met something nasty one too many times before over turf  ,  territory and clients  .  a newer face to the ghouls  ,  he’s bugged someone into mentoring him  ,  and gone on a few runs with someone he loves to call a coworker  .  

       eager to prove himself as more than a green kid with a keyboard and an eye for detail  ,  find him cutting deals and making trades in smokey barbecue houses  ,  hole-in-the wall ramen shops or by taco tents  .  a full bellied class of clients are happy clients in his opinion  ,  and siwon isn’t above not making deals with the other groups who’s names aren’t violent delights  .  speaking of which  ---  there are definitely some skeletons there he aims to confront  ,  some old demons to fight from that class of people that fucked him over  .  there’s an ex lover in there somewhere  ,  probably met in that pre-prison childhood phase when he mingled past class lines more  ( ~1.5-2 years ago )  .  someone he’s healthily fearful of for whatever reason  ,  and maybe a vendetta against the family that scammed his parents out of their business and basically sent his life spiraling  .  there’s someone who isn’t what they seem  --- he doesn’t know who they really are  ,  and maybe they don’t know who he is  ,  either  .  they’ll learn eventually  .  someone he’s protective over  ,  someone who protects him in ways he doesn’t even know  ,  and those he looks after because they grew up on the same side  .  desperate for connection  ,  desperate for a place  ,  he finds it all in heaven and hell  .

血、汗、涙 - Taehyung

Take it away.

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒  

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

*someone threatens me with a knife* Me: joke’s on you, now I’m horny

okay…….alright……….

Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it.

Johnny Knoxville (via delusionaliisms)

big chaotic bisexual energy