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Oh boy,,, I’ll be reblogging this for my other muses as well but I wanted to say a bit of a goodbye. I’ve played a few different characters in Citta including Worick Arcangelo, Rin Okumura, Tadashi Himura, Gray, Andreas Visor and Zen. I’ve had some amazing experiences playing these characters and made some great friends but lately, I’ve been clinging to muse I no longer have and my sketchy activity is unfair to other people. So on that note, I would like to say goodbye to Citta, I’m not sure if this will be temporary or permanent but if anyone would like to keep in contact with me my twitter can be found here.
On that note, I hope ya’ll have a good meme day, and hopefully, I don’t disrupt anyone’s threads too much.
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“Yes coming from someone who said it because it should be true, and I’m not self-centred! I help host charity parties you know, what do you do!” Zen bit back, folding his arms over his chest. “Fabulous? Maybe in the stone age era, it would’ve been, unfortunately for you, this is the modern age kid.”
Zen’s eyebrows rose in amusement, “Considering I happen to have all the characteristics as well as the mentality, yes, I consider myself a man. A brilliant one at that.” There was another pause, “You expect me to use my best insults against a twelve-year-old? Please, you’re still in middle-school by the looks of it.”
Zen really had to bite back a bout of laughter at the kid’s declaration, a smirk tilting his lips. “A rival? In a kid? Sure thing Oaks, try your hardest, I’ll even give you a gold star if you prove a worthy Rival.” He scratched his chin comprehensively if it would get the kid off his back, he’d go along with it.
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Yoosung’s wedding... and that was... Min-Seo? He was there to, a wide smile on his face. Then... Jaehee and Min, standing outside a cafe they had... opened together? His eyes widened in disbelief, quickly shaking his head and turning his head away from the phone.
How? This was not right. This whole city was messed up. Messed up beyond his ability to comprehend. Why was nothing ever simple? There were always these loops, these tricks, and mishaps. Couldn’t he just be happy with someone without all of this?
“I’m... aware of it yes.” Zen murmured, a hand tussling up the usually neat strands of his hair. This was well beyond his comprehension.
“Are you... is this.... it’s all from different dimensions then? Or times or whatever? You realize how insane that sounds right?” He was being harsher than he needed to be, but he was confused, and reasonably so.
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“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
FIVE WORD PROMPTS | accepting
“What?” Zen lifted himself from his… ah, a table. His eyes drifting around hazily before landing on the half-empty glass of beer in front of him… oh. His eyes next landed on Percy, lips turning downward in a frown. It appeared that he’d gotten drunk… and managed to fall asleep there. Imprints from the wood left funny lines on his face and drool slickened his cheek. This was probably one of the only moments that Zen would admit he didn’t look so good.
He wiped the slobber from his face with his sleeve, barely avoiding knocking over his beer glass in the process. “Why’d ya wake me up?” Zen slurred. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t grateful but the guy hadn’t seemed so happy with helping him out last time either. Zen stumbled from his seat, placing a hand on his hip and using the other hand to steady himself.
Great job playing it off Zen.
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Anon or not I'd like to hear your thoughts on how I play my character! Critiques as well as good points welcome!
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
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Zen’s own movements had been reserved, small and deliberate, his speech was quiet but with a sad lilt. Min was different. The sound of the mug making forceful contact with the table caused him to jolt. Glancing around momentarily he made sure they hadn’t drawn attention to themselves.
What had he said that had riled her up so much? Was she mad at him?
He appeared taken aback, his lips pursing in uncertainty. He’d thought this would clear his mind but it was only confusing him more. “If I’m more than enough, why them?” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t understand. “It shouldn’t be complicated.”
Zen’s mug was abandoned by now, left to go cold as he ran a distressed hand down his face. “I love you, Min-Seo. Maybe I’m not as rich as Jumin or Seven but I want to give you the world. But, how am I supposed to give you my entire world when I’m only a fraction of yours?”
darlingzen:
‘Of course I did.”
Did that mean she still cared? Still loved him? He couldn’t be sure. This whole situation was… confusing and painful. Zen couldn’t trust his voice for a moment, the man clearing his throat and pressing on a small smile. “Green tea, good choice, it’s good for your skin - I’ll get the same.” He informed before rising from his seat.
“I’ll be back, please wait.” Zen hurried to the counter where he ordered, his back angled away from her. He’d called her here but now… he was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say, how was he supposed to fix it. Paying for their drinks, he brought them back to the table, setting one down in front of Min-Seo before sitting in front of his own.
Fingers tapped uneasily on the cup as he took a sip before reaching forward to grab a sugar and tip it into his own. Say something. “Last time I saw you… it didn’t end on a very… pleasant note.” He pointed out warily, still avoiding meeting her gaze.
“Min, I never gave you the chance to explain, and I’m sorry for that. It’s been eating me up all this time, like some sort of parasite, the last time I felt like this was…” When he’d run away from home. When he’d felt like he’d lost everything. “Nevermind, I just… please tell me why I wasn’t enough.”
Min-Seo desperately wanted to speak to say anything to him, but… Words wouldn’t come to her. She couldn’t manage anything before he was up. Once again, he has turned away from her.
How poetic, she thought bitterly. Her mind wandered briefly to her writings, or rather, lack thereof. Uninspired didn’t even begin to cover her complete lack of creative motivation since…
Don’t most people use their heartbreak to help their writing?
So lost in thought, she had neglected to pay attention, jumping a little when Zen returned. She stared down at the cup. Ordering green tea was something of a reflex, partially due to the shop where she worked. Lifting the warm cup to her lips, she took a small sip.
At first, his words were what she had expected. The questions would be better than silence, right? But then…
“Please tell me why I wasn’t enough.”
She put her mug down with a bit more force than was usual from the small brunette, but his statement upset her. More than upset her.
“Zen, please. You’re more than enough. I love you.” The words were aggressive, and she took a moment to pause, a moment to breathe. “This has nothing to do with whether or not you were enough. It’s… Complicated.” Too cheesy? Maybe, but it was the shortest answer she could give. “There’s… A lot to it.”
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One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.
Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
(via fyp-philosophy)
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‘Of course I did.”
Did that mean she still cared? Still loved him? He couldn’t be sure. This whole situation was... confusing and painful. Zen couldn’t trust his voice for a moment, the man clearing his throat and pressing on a small smile. “Green tea, good choice, it’s good for your skin - I’ll get the same.” He informed before rising from his seat.
“I’ll be back, please wait.” Zen hurried to the counter where he ordered, his back angled away from her. He’d called her here but now... he was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say, how was he supposed to fix it. Paying for their drinks, he brought them back to the table, setting one down in front of Min-Seo before sitting in front of his own.
Fingers tapped uneasily on the cup as he took a sip before reaching forward to grab a sugar and tip it into his own. Say something. “Last time I saw you... it didn’t end on a very... pleasant note.” He pointed out warily, still avoiding meeting her gaze.
“Min, I never gave you the chance to explain, and I’m sorry for that. It’s been eating me up all this time, like some sort of parasite, the last time I felt like this was...” When he’d run away from home. When he’d felt like he’d lost everything. “Nevermind, I just... please tell me why I wasn’t enough.”
darlingzen:
While Zen hadn’t entirely run into Seven or Jumin yet, he was well aware of their presence here. They had sent him cat related items for his birthday after all. After that, he’d made a note to ignore them as much as possible. Call him childish if you must but they knew the repercussions.
She was here. For some reason, he’d known she was there before she’d slid into the seat in front of him, his inner psychic abilities perhaps? Despite his desperate attempts to remain calm, his body had gone painfully rigid, part of him too terrified to look up.
When he finally did look up, he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. She was still as beautiful as Zen remembered. Suddenly he was itching for a cigarette, a beer, anything to lessen the edge, the ache in his chest. “Min-Seo, you… came,” he sounded vaguely surprised at that, but perhaps relieved as well.
“Would you… like a drink or something?”
Min-Seo hadn’t given Zen anything for his birthday. Not that she didn’t buy him anything. The present still sat in her room, on her desk. She just thought it best to hold onto it until…
Well, she didn’t really know what she was waiting for.
Min-Seo could feel his tension. She wanted nothing more than to be able to ease it, to rub his shoulders, to offer words of comfort, but she couldn’t. Instead, her hands rested in her lap, fingers laced together.
“… Of course I did.”
Part of her couldn’t help the ache furthered by his words. Did he really believe she’d just ignore him? She could never. Especially not under these circumstances.
“Oh… Um… A green tea, perhaps?”
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While Zen hadn’t entirely run into Seven or Jumin yet, he was well aware of their presence here. They had sent him cat related items for his birthday after all. After that, he’d made a note to ignore them as much as possible. Call him childish if you must but they knew the repercussions.
She was here. For some reason, he’d known she was there before she’d slid into the seat in front of him, his inner psychic abilities perhaps? Despite his desperate attempts to remain calm, his body had gone painfully rigid, part of him too terrified to look up.
When he finally did look up, he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. She was still as beautiful as Zen remembered. Suddenly he was itching for a cigarette, a beer, anything to lessen the edge, the ache in his chest. “Min-Seo, you... came,” he sounded vaguely surprised at that, but perhaps relieved as well.
“Would you... like a drink or something?”
@mystxcalmemxries
It hurt. It’d been a while since he’d started hurting, since this ache in his chest had started. The cafe, that’s when it started hurting, the moment he’s laid his eyes upon the photos. Jumin, Yoosung, Seven, Jaehee, it’d been made clear that his endless love was not enough. Did he talk about himself too much? Was he too much of a narcissist? Was his acting getting in the way? Was he not rich enough like Jumin?
Jealousy had forced him to reject Min-Seo, to tell her not to speak to him for a while, but it hurt too much. So, he’d texted her.
[ TO: MIN-SEO ]
[ZEN] I’m… sorry.
[ZEN] We need to talk
[ZEN] Would you… can we meet at the cafe?
[ZEN] You know which one…
He hadn’t waited for her response, he didn’t want to chicken out. He’d slipped on his leather jacket subconsciously, his feet moving on their own accord. When was the last time Zen had felt this nervous? His first performance maybe? He wasn;t sure he ever had been this nervous. Zen’s hands rubbed hurriedly on his pants.
When he reached the cafe, it only seemed to get worse. Zen slipped into an empty seat, phone resting on the table in front of him as he waited, awkwardly fiddling with a napkin.
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@mystxcalmemxries
It hurt. It’d been a while since he’d started hurting, since this ache in his chest had started. The cafe, that’s when it started hurting, the moment he’s laid his eyes upon the photos. Jumin, Yoosung, Seven, Jaehee, it’d been made clear that his endless love was not enough. Did he talk about himself too much? Was he too much of a narcissist? Was his acting getting in the way? Was he not rich enough like Jumin?
Jealousy had forced him to reject Min-Seo, to tell her not to speak to him for a while, but it hurt too much. So, he’d texted her.
[ TO: MIN-SEO ]
[ZEN] I’m... sorry.
[ZEN] We need to talk
[ZEN] Would you... can we meet at the cafe?
[ZEN] You know which one...
He hadn’t waited for her response, he didn’t want to chicken out. He’d slipped on his leather jacket subconsciously, his feet moving on their own accord. When was the last time Zen had felt this nervous? His first performance maybe? He wasn;t sure he ever had been this nervous. Zen’s hands rubbed hurriedly on his pants.
When he reached the cafe, it only seemed to get worse. Zen slipped into an empty seat, phone resting on the table in front of him as he waited, awkwardly fiddling with a napkin.
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[ TO: CAT PERSON ]
[ZEN] Do not send me cat pictures ever again.
[ZEN] I will block you.
[ZEN] I do not understand the fascination.
[://NOBODY - CITIZEN]
FROM: RANI VIII
TO: ALL CONTACTS
[TEXT]: TESTING THE BASE FUNCTIONS OF THIS CELL PHONE
[TEXT]: LOOK AT THIS CUTE FELINE SPECIMEN I FOUND
[ATTACHEMENT:]
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Well, I have just had problems galore today trying to catch up on my replies - and this is just the icing on the cake. My activity feed isn’t allowing me to see reblogs n likes so if I owe you are starter or a reply, please like this and I’ll do my best to dig it up and get it done, thank you!
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[ TO: DIO ]
[ZEN] Trust me I never turn down compliments.
[ZEN] It’s kind of... a long story
[ZEN] As in I found out she was...
[ZEN] Ah... IS dating other guys as well...
[ZEN] Yeah...
darlingzen:
[ TO: DIO ]
[ZEN] Sure is, I have more of them too!
[ZEN] Hahaha!
[ZEN] Your friend has the right idea
[ZEN] unfortunately I actually have a girlfriend… I think
[ZEN] but if you ever need flirting advice, I’m your man!
[ZEN]
[To: Zen]
[Dio]: oh that’s cool man. no worries.
[Dio]: i’ll still stand by the compliment tho
[Dio]: but how do u THINK u have a girlfriend? lmao
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“My hair is white, yes, I’m... aware?” Again with being called old, what was wrong with this kid. He’s only twenty-four! “You call that a hairstyle? Tragic.” Zen’s own hair is peculiarly well groomed, then again so was the rest of him. “Self-centered... excuse you? I am not.”
Zen wasn’t actually sure which part had set Gary off, the part about him having a terrible personality or the part about him being a tone-deaf waffle. He wasn’t exactly presented the chance to ask either. “No thank you,” and with that, Zen’s stepping away, though a single punch manages to hit.
“Barbarian. You’ll be forever alone with a shitty attitude like that you waffle.” Even as Zen says that he’s taking a few steps backward. Like hell he’s fighting a child - he’s too good for something so low.
( Zen: )
“Gra-Grandpa!” Zen’s eyes narrowed, now that was a first. “I was born with this hair color you dumbass, what about your hair? You look like you just rolled out of bed honestly, take some pride.” Perhaps he needed to take a breath, Zen was more used to compliments than he was insults.
“Ah, the loner type, I guess your hair style suits your personality then, terrible,” Zen smirked briefly before pulling his phone from his pocket, a frown befalling his features, “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy, you tone deaf…. waffle.” And worst comeback of the year goes to… Zen.
“Yeah, your hair is white! You heard me, gramps!” Gary provoked him. He has been using the same nickname for his grandpa but in a more literal sense. “Oh please, this is my hairstyle and used hair gel. Us kids, got more style unlike you old men.” He said off handedly. “Better than a loner than bein’ some self-centered wannabe.”
Oh no he didn’t..! Gary took this as a last straw. Blinded by rage, Gary then added, “Look pal, I may be a Pokemon trainer but I ain’t afraid of usin’ my fists instead of my Pokemon. C’mere and lemme give you a punch on the gut!” And instant, he proceeded to punch the guy’s face after a flurry of Japanese swear words followed.
Gary Motherfucking Oak uses punch! It’s super effective!
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“All I’m hearing is that you’re an ignorant child. Every breath I take is 귀한, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” Really he’s just too stubborn to lose.
“뿅 갔나? You were raised without taste, obviously. Anyone in their right mind would be falling over themselves to greet me. AND I’m only twenty-four.”
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