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Happy belated birthday to J, I totally forgot I have this blog!

#ooc ⋮ my back is killing me

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      He bonks them over the head with his bat and drags them back to his room. Claiming his Valentines caveman style.   /   @eeriestatic​‘s Ezme and Osgood

#ic ⋮ Not being me is me (06) #v. ⋮ Foundation #eeriestatic #[anyway a lil late but still valid]

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      ❝Why read 1000 pages when you could walk 1000 miles and still be just as dumb...❞

      Reading the pages from bottom to top probably doesn’t help either.

#ic ⋮ Not being me is me (06) #[he could use the help]

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the high heels and nail polish... bisexual icon

#aes. ⋮ health freak ( J ) #gallery #[yea I come back just to post about jiji... u got a problem?]

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paravatis​:

he stood still, waiting for the other to regain his breath so he can speak. with that he took a moment to examine the other from where he stood. perhaps he just got away from a fight? that was something common in cities right? not that he was fully aware of. he spent most of his days away from the cities running a shop with his younger brother.

❝ not familiar with the name of that place so no. but it appears to me you might be in need of some aid. ❞   he finally spoke again as he looked over the man once over, an ear twitching as he thought of the sound of his back cracking.   ❝ would you like some help? i am familiar with some healing magic after all. ❞

      It was most common for him to be out of shape. The story of how his body became so broken, though, was a long one... and it didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that he’d just been ejected out of a crashing plane. Well, aircraft. Invisible aircraft...

      ❝Healing magic...?❞ he parroted, thinking that maybe Chloe was also a phase user - although they rarely referred to their abilities as magic. Maybe he should have commented on the bunny ears, but then again, it was far from the weirdest thing to have happened to him that day. After dusting himself off, he took off his glasses to wipe them clean of debris (they were surprisingly still in good shape) and briefly glanced at the butler-looking man with a gaze that was less than friendly. Appearances were often deceiving, though. 

      ❝It’s been twenty or so years in the making, so good luck trying to heal this mess.❞ he discouraged, slapping a hand on his own chest. More dust flew out of his clothes. He couldn’t even begin to tell him just how unfixable his body was, but he’d play along. ❝Well, you can have a crack at it. You any good at massages?❞ He had no time to waste fooling around, and yet...

#paravatis #ic ⋮ J is busy drinking his vegetable juice ( J ) #[it's okay. i've been zoned out on my other blogs]

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with all due respect, which is none,

#m. ⋮ may ashes blow where you dwell ( nameless )

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@eeriestatic​ said: He wasn't the best at giving hugs to just anyone, but J wasn't just anyone to him either. He'd receive a sudden hug, whereas sure he was a little stiff at first, it was genuine.

-Nikki @ J 

      Although he looked awake, half the time he was mentally checked out. Day after day, one mission after another, he barely got a moment of shut eye. With that in mind, the sudden jolt should have come as no surprise - Niklaus started the hell out of him while he was snoozing standing up.

      ❝Hrk--❞ he grunted and shook his head, sounding like he was in the middle of a snore. Instinctively, his hands came up to pat at the agent’s back while he cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed. ❝I wasn’t daydreaming while on duty, no way. I was just, uhh... deep in thought.❞

@eeriestatic​ said: Where there was a heavy contrast, Markus didn't have a single restraint in his body or bone. Unlike Nikki, he'd given a snug hugging squeeze, not squishing him though.

-Markus @ J

      After he regained some touch with reality, he took his glasses off so he could rub the sleepiness out of his eyes. He understood what was happening, but not why it was happening. Still, as awkward as he felt to be hugged, he placed his hands on top of their heads and gave their hair a good ruffle.

      ❝What’s with the sobriety? You’re acting like I’ve already died. Knock it off-❞ he chuckled. ❝This onii-san has got a few more years in him, at the minimum.❞

#eeriestatic #ic ⋮ J is busy drinking his vegetable juice ( J ) #v. ⋮ Foundation #answer ⋮ if you want it come and get it

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a kind caring character being kind and caring because they actively choose to be despite their anger and trauma will always be infinitely more compelling and relatable than them just being a pure innocent baby uwu

#m. ⋮ i will go through hell again so you don’t have to ( j )

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arrives late with starbucks

#crack ⋮ the afterlife of the party

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eeriestatic​:

His focus was blasted, although Little Nine did try to warn it’s owner as soon as his attention divided - between 06 putting the mask on. It only severed to distract Osgood once the serpent pecked his head. “Huh?’ Eyes squinted at the serpent, but as soon as 06 flitted by him and stolen the keycard, he paused and looked at his empty hand before looking off ahead. “H-hey–” His pace picked up the rest of the way, jogging to cut the distance which was a mere small stretch away - though as soon as it looked to be in reach, he made a handsy attempt to catch the waving about keycard. As easier as it would’ve been to just grab his tail, he certainly wasn’t interested in activating him by accident either - in this state of unpredictable mind. “Oof…” Osgood paused, rubbing under his glasses, he further embarrassed himself watching his fail efforts despite the supposed steady hand of a scientist. Though his returning question made him snort, he was rubbing away the bitter self defeat and let 06 take the reigns of the card for now.

But now, pulling his hand away, he looked at his struggling efforts of trying to slot the cards as he pocketed two of the bottles for later. Nevertheless, at least there was a bit of a more light look in his eyes - he was amused and it worked this time around no matter the question on hand. Eyeing him for a moment, he considered his words while he made a few missing attempts to grab the card until he realized he was being played again. “Come now-” Osgood glanced at the waving card before using both hands to clasp trap it between the palm and pill bottle, plucking it from his hold. “These doors are awful- but I’m not depressed. I’m surprised I’m not if anything though, their food doesn’t help that though so maybe it could be… Not that they’d have something like that here, but cookies do sound good. I avoid the kitchen like the plague when nothing smells right. Should we go get some then after this?” Osgood brought the question, but in passing as well while her stepped around 06 to enter the room.

Though the only sight there to really look at was scp-914. Aside from the other experimental pieces on the shelves against the back wall, it was a small room and his only focus were the two chambers on both sides of the machine now - between deciding what was what. “Hmm…” He took a fast glance for the instructive papers, not that he been down here more than twice, it was still strange to him.

      Given the statement, he thought he was right on the mark. He gave a couple of enthusiastic nods and left it at that, though. The kitchen could wait. At the time, what had his attention was the indescribable contraption waiting for them inside the room. Instead of getting up to his feet and walking like a normal person would, he chose to leap and hop on all fours the rest of the way, much like a monkey would. What he left behind were the eerie sounds of the closing door.

      “I have no clue what I'm looking at, hahah.” he stated as he paced around it, shuffling to the side away from Osgood while he was briefing over the instructions. It looked like he was about to pull something from behind his ear when he suddenly stopped upon seeing the object placement booth. At first, he thought about sticking his hand in there, but something thankfully held him back by the scruff. It was the pill bottle he remembered he had brought with him. Without thinking much about it, he opened it and placed one of the capsules in there. But before he could mess around with the panel, the bell distracted him into looking up. His gaze darted to and fro, startled at first, but he would soon collapse into a fit of giggling.

#eeriestatic #ic ⋮ Not being me is me (06) #v. ⋮ Foundation

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After that update, I’m so not okay...

Here’s a bad Young J rip. Now, I will curl up in a ball.

#aes. ⋮ health freak ( J ) #gallery

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J reference from the anime

#aes. ⋮ health freak ( J ) #gallery

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      Contrasting Chloe’s demeanor, the Closer was hunched over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air as if he’d just ran a marathon. Although, judging by the state of his attire, it looked more like he’d fallen out of a crashing plane. Which wasn’t far from the truth. Unable to speak at first, he lifted his index finger in an attempt to ask for one more second to recuperate.

      ❝Just peachy...❞ he hacked and spouted out some blood. Right after, though, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gave a thumbs up and straightened up his posture - not without his back cracking. It sounded... definitely broken. ❝Haaah... We’re not in Neo Seoul anymore, huh...❞

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❝ something i can help with? ❞   the familiar spoke on seeing the white haired male, his posture straight as if he worked as a butler in some household.   ❝ … or is everything in order for you? ❞

#paravatis #ic ⋮ J is busy drinking his vegetable juice ( J ) #v. ⋮ undecided #[I'm laughing. this is just normal every day stuff for him]

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There’s a lot of Koreans salty over the fact that Woochi is gay, so here’s a reminder that Woochi is gay.

#[anyway I want to write him so here goes nothing hsdgs] #ooc ⋮ my back is killing me

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Anyway, I find it funny how Woochi doesn’t attack Mirae, nor Cheolsu, but he shoots the shit out of Lucy and Eunha.

He also uses some skill (I don’t know what it does besides looking pretty), but I’m so intrigued and I want to learn more about him so I can slap that info in his bio. He’s definitely hiding what else he’s capable of, because the writers told him to. But I know he is OP. He is OP in my heart.

#ooc ⋮ my back is killing me #[I love him]

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Cre.storia verse 06 would get along with Sophie because of their backgrounds...

Here’s where I’d put a Sophie, if I had one.

#ooc ⋮ my back is killing me #wishlist

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eeriestatic​:

In the middle of his curious words, he was eyeing them with a smidge uncertainty -  likely from components he knew the bottles contained, or so in regards to the mixed nature. The other researchers had their better fun regarding a certain contained, theatre masked keter. Not the Lich anyways, nothing close. “Yes we are, though I have a feeling it’s going to be extremely volatile. Though he missed the movement at first, his influx voice caught him out of his thoughts, glancing at him with parted lips - short of saying something but the invasive lean stopped it. Little nine found the discomfort, although surely it couldn’t get away without slithering off Osgood - it’s head moved to the opposite side to stare at 06 from the other side of it’s owners frame.

“In a sense they can, but I’d not go out of my way to give you something like this. Sure, I might be more comfortable administrating something I made- even if this is partially mine. It’s more likely to harm you if my assumption are correct, but… Otherwise… Their intentions are based to enhance off recycled residue remnants, off their original use. Not sure of what though- they only told me that.” He shook his head, huffing softly. “Makes no sense, doesn’t help my research if they don’t tell me what it is.” Osgood contrasted the joy of the other - however annoyed, 06 wasn’t the source. Their destination wasn’t far off at all while his pace picked up, thankfully they gave him a closure space to the machine, but rounding the corner spaced off into an immediate dead end. A heavy, mechanical door, sealed by the aged steel - it was behind there. “That mask seems like a blessing in this place- it’s depressing in here.” Osgood added in regards to the facility as a whole, his freehand digging into his opposite pocket for his keycard.

      Met with another refusal, he let out a comical sound of disappointment and shrunk out of Osgood’s personal space bubble. Still, even after he temporarily set the mask aside, his sharp gaze remained on him, ogling him through the corner of his eye. It was a blank, but insistent look that hoped that perhaps the researcher would change his mind along the way.

      Then, out of the blue, his calm disposition took a turn. After that confession reached his ears, he slapped the mask over his face without a care for consequences. Although his intentions were to amuse him, their unpolished nature could very well backfire into annoyance. The moment Osgood brought the keycard into the light, 06 dashed past him and snatched it out of his hand by lassoing his tail around it. Chuckling impishly, he jumped forward and squatted in front of the locked door, waving and wagging the keycard around all in an effort to keep it out of the techie’s reach. With a hand gripping his chin, he was staring up at the locked mechanism, audibly pondering on how to open it. The monkey gears were turning... slowly.

      ❝Depression?❞ he parroted, shooting him a quick glance. He knew it was a negative state of mind, but not much beyond that. ❝Aww... Are you depressed, doc?❞ he cooed while trying to jam the card into the lock - unsurprisingly, the wrong way. After a few uninspired attempts, it thankfully slid in like it was supposed to and the door unlocked with a click... or rather, a clank, more specific to the facility’s faulty wiring. ❝Haha, is it because we're out of longevity peaches? I'm sure we can find something... Oooh, right, right! There's some cookies in the kitchen. I had some, but I want more!❞ Saying so, he held the keycard out for Osgood to retrieve at his leisure. Or maybe he’d let him have it after wriggling his tail around and purposefully avoiding his hand a couple of times.

#[strawbebby juice] #eeriestatic #ic ⋮ Not being me is me (06) #v. ⋮ Foundation