#exo sorting

[captainsquality]

bbbb cant sleep so a first/prelim dooble of my exocolonist player/oc, Chance. Hes a very pretty boy pls care him

[makoredeyes]

Oops my DIM loadout names were supposed to just be cheeky jokes but they've become a bullet list of Damien's best personality traits. (Minus the bondage thing honestly. That's there ironically. He's insisting I clarify that. He's vanilla.)

[cyberexo]

Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader

“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”

tags: @scuzmunkie • @kkaebsongwrld

word count: 1K

≪•◦0.6 🎧 0.6◦•≫

Your family hadn't come back to see you within the week they had booked here in the city, and thank god they didn't. Their last visit was far from pleasant, it all started going downhill when you came back out from your bathroom and they were still at the table, eating & stuffing their faces, under different circumstances this would have been a nice wholesome memory to capture, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they had a card up their sleeve they were yet to play which would single handedly ruin the rest of the month for you.

And that, they did.

Your parents stares weren't subtle whatsoever, clearly they'd caught on to your attempts of wasting time- so they decided to just get right into it in front of everybody. First starting with your job. Your father claiming it wasn't "practical" or "professional" enough, and that you wouldn't be able to keep living off of the wage it offers- as if your being here for the past couple of years hasn't be evident that he was and still is completely wrong. He was quite what you would consider the traditional man, he didn't want his daughter to work at all but he knew he couldn't stop you from doing so- the next best thing for him as compensation was the talking down on your professional efforts.

Next was the fact that you live on your own, as it wasn't "safe enough" for a grown woman like yourself to be out in the city, far from your family with no one at home waiting for you to get back from your shifts- "What if you get kidnapped or killed? who are the police going to contact-" the worst case scenario was always what they leaned towards to get you to think that they were right.

Which of course brought on the talk of marriage; your favourite. You felt everybody tense around the table, Daniel too- had an uncomfortable look on his face, you almost felt bad for him, neither of you looked at each other or at your parents. Your sister seemed more upset than she was uncomfortable to be sat in the middle of all this, your brother couldn’t care less, eating to his hearts desire. You wished you were him.

“That’s off the table.” you muttered, half praying that they didn’t hear you but they did, which set your father off.

Your eardrums would’ve burst if your mother hadn’t interfered to tell him that we all got the point, but that wasn’t the end of it too- you got another earful from her right there at the table, and before she left too. To say you were angry was an understatement. The irritation and heat of craving violence bubbled in your chest but you still by a miracle was able to keep yourself together and your words to yourself.

Your sister had tried to offer you comforting words before they decided to (finally) take off to wherever they were supposed to say- but that all backfired when she told you she liked- loved Daniel, and he apparently loved her too, which completely explained why they looked so upset when your father started to discuss marriage.

You felt relieved, a weigh has been lifted off your shoulders but with that confession you still felt angry.

Shouting in a whisper in the middle of kitchen you interrogated her as to why she hasn’t said anything to your parents, when she knew that this conversation was going to keep on happening and she’d never be the one they’d consider to marry off.

You were barely able to get anything out of her since your father was shouting for her to hurry up and get ready to leave so you just let her go from there. Unlocking the door for them and watching them hurry out one by one, Daniel offering you a sad smile to which you returned, eyes quickly travelling to your sisters, giving her a look which she was table to translate to “You need to tell them,” giving you a small nod before skipping down the stairs to avoid anymore awkwardness than there already was.

Seeing your family after so long shouldn’t leave you feeling so empty- yet there you were, feeling as hollow as ever. You tried so hard to just hate them and cut contact but that type of behaviour was not in your nature. You could only hope that they would come around to understand that you were not planning on leading the life they wanted you to.

It was a mind numbing realisation to not be everything they wanted, but your siblings were. They did everything right by them and followed their book of many rules- you weren’t a rebel by any means, it was just that their idea of life didn’t suit your own.

You couldn’t disagree though, you couldn’t keep going on like this forever, barely able to keep a friend from having little to zero time for socialising and going out without worrying if you were going to be paged into work- let alone to hold up a whole relationship with a man. What made it all worse was that you didn’t have anyone who wasn’t going to shove their judgement down your throat when you’d want to vent out your feelings.

That’s where Chanyeol came in, letting your mind create different scenarios of him as more than a neighbour, maybe a someone who could become a solid friend- maybe more, it was hard to tell at that given moment but part of you had hoped he was worth something more than just a neighbour in your life.

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Getting ready for bed you came across some of Chanyeols’ belongings which you duly noted to return. His abandoned items made your mind drift back to moments of last night- causing you to smile a little, the butterflies in your stomach making another appearance which you quickly tried to disregard. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way- you barely knew each other; and today was certainly not the day to be having such thoughts.

But still the cogs of your mind kept going; far enough to imagine a reality of what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed yourself off of him-

That’s enough.

[atnightiscream]

Just A Thought:

Imagine you're together with your superhero partner. So far they haven't been comfortable taking off their mask for you. One night, during a secret randevu, the two of you are getting all snuggly and touchy. Their hands gently clawing at your sides while you wriggle and squeal underneath them- they're laughing along with you, commenting on how cute you are, how adorable your laugh is...but then they go quiet,

"Is everything OK?" You ask, they nod, pulling your hand to their mask. "I think...I'm ready.." You're surprised, but excited. You gently tug off their mask, somehow, they are exactly how you always pictured them...yet different, you stare for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips. "What?" They chuckle, you giggle back "nothing, just...didn't expect you to be a red head."

They shake their head, your smile widens. "Thank you for trusting me with this."

They grin back at you, leaning forward and kissing your head, your eyes meet, and they smirk. "Oh no-" your bubbly giggles pick up again "Oh yes~" is the last thing you hear before their fingers are skittering back up your ribs.

[farmergilesofham]

The Vanguard Swimsuit Calendar Fic, Part 3: Shaxx's Claymore

It was a very nice, bright morning in the Tower Courtyard. Little birds were singing in the trees, people were bustling not too hurriedly to and fro, and Lord Shaxx sat on a stool with his back to a stack of munitions crates, running a whetstone over his new Claymore.

Arcite was doing something on his datapad, emitting the slow drone of a Frame engaging their higher-processing systems. Most likely, it was the matter of recent Crucible donations, which had been flooded the past week due to Shaxx getting a bad cough and needing to call in the only person available at the time - Drifter. For some reason, that had brought people in droves, and the accounting was currently a nightmare because of this.

None of that mattered at the moment, however, as Shaxx sat in the early morning sun and continued sharpening the new blade.

It was a gift from the Dreaming City, sent on his rebirthday with a letter expressing thanks for the bow he had sent Mara Sov for Dawning the year before. A few trusted guardians assured him that the bow had actually seen some use, mostly by Petra Venj, who had given it her seal of approval. But this sword... it was a real beauty. Unlike the crystalline weaponry the other guardians in her direct employ had been bequeathed, the Queen had here sent out an agent to a place once known as "Damasc", to collect a special ore supposedly described in Golden Age material processing documents. Apparently, some of the finer swords in human history had been made there, so it served the Awoken Queen's needs to acquire the material for herself.

The effort still baffled the old Warlord. He had thought that having a bow specially-made and custom-fitted, engraved, and strengthened for field use had been perhaps a little more effort than a simple gift really required, but here he sat with the most breathtaking blade he had ever seen, made from materials once reserved for kings. Or Queens, as it were. Through a complicated process involving melting the ore down, adding just enough extra material, then repeatedly reheating and cooling the steel puck until it reached the desired consistency, the Awoken weaponsmiths had produced a sword whose straight blade looked like the sand at the bottom of a flowing riverbed, covered in delicate swirls of steel grain from tang to tip.

The crossguard was of the same material, threaded with gold and set with a ruby the size of Shaxx's thumb, blending naturally into a long leather-wrapped handle headed by a phoenix-shaped pommel, all with more gold and silver than he had ever seen on any one weapon other than the tacky nonsense Calus had kept foisting on The Guardian, only here the filigree was far more tactful. Elegant, even. Tiny ruby eyes glinting up at him in the early sun, Shaxx kept sharpening.

Unlike most guardians' swords, it was not heavy - the blade, seen from its side, could not be much thicker than a centimetre, if that. Light as a feather in his Titan hands, the sword remained rigid, flexing only a little when used. Some sort of Awoken magic had gone into its creation too, judging by the delicate runes scrawled - ever glowing - on the fuller of the blade. He lifted it now for a moment into the light, admiring the reflections on its surface before one particular mirrored form caused him to look to the side.

There, leaning against the wall, was the Guardian. Just smiling at him, soon splitting into an ear-to-ear grin.

"So, new sword, huh?"

Shaxx took his time replying. He couldn't seem startled, afterall - he had a reputation to keep up! Instead, he set the sword across his lap again and gave it a few more swipes with the stone, before wiping everything down with a dry cloth and standing up. The fact he towered over the Guardian didn't do much to help the giddiness of seeing them again today. It wasn't as if they'd been gone long - only about a week - but the Crucible Handler couldn't be happier to see them again. Although, something about that mischievous grin worried him.

"Ah, Guardian. Ready to see what the Crucible has for you next?"

"Ehhh, that can wait." The Guardian stepped closer. Arguably somewhat closer than was acceptable between folk who were ostensibly mere acquaintances, but with nowhere to step back, Shaxx definitely didn't mind.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Shaxx~"

This was absolutely not the way to talk to a Tower higher-up, especially not with that breathy, sultry voice, nor the fact that the Guardian now stood so close to Shaxx that they were almost touching. All that said, it was a very happy coincidence that the new shipment of munitions crates formed a wall around the two lightbearers, shielding them from the view of all but Arcite, who was still busily typing away on the datapad.

"I was wondering... would you mind doing something for me?"

"Once more unto the breach."

"I-- what?"

"Don't worry about it. What would you like me to do, dear?"

The Guardian just looked at him for a few seconds, as it dawned on Shaxx what he had just said.

"I MEAN, er, what would you like me to help you with, Guardian?"

The ten-time God Slayer just smiled, placing a hand on Shaxx's chest. Undoubtedly against protocol, but Shaxx merely stood there slowly breathing, waiting for an answer. And he would wait until the mountains ground down to dust, if necessary. No more getting strung around like a donkey on a leash by this lightbearer.

It took him a moment to realise the Guardian had spoken, and suddenly he felt extremely grateful for the helmet on his head to hide the heat rising on his cheeks. A cooling fan whirred to life in the helmet, and Shaxx wanted to scream. The Guardian laughed, a clear note that rang across the Courtyard as they said:

"I asked, Shaxx, if you'd mind being in a swimsuit calendar for me. The Eliskni Quarter needs more funds, and this is a reasonably good way to fleece the other guardians for funds."

"Oh."

A second fan clicked to life, though Shaxx barely heard it. That first sentence kept reverberating in his head, ballooning out of all proportion. They wanted... what? It was about another minute before he realised that the Guardian had spoken again, the ghost of a laugh already dancing across their eyes and lips.

"If you're too nervous, that's alright. Wouldn't want my darling Crucible Handler getting too flustered around Saladin and Saint-14, hm?"

"Wait, you're convinced Saladin to do this??"

"Uh, yeah, my guy. You know how cool I am, and anyways he agreed pretty quick when I mentioned how it was all for charity."

Shaxx stood dumbfounded, marvelling at his Guardian. Convinced Saladin... to do this? How? so many questions bubbled up, but stamping them all out he instead said:

"If they're doing it, then I'm definitely going to. Mark my words, I will outpose every other person there!"

"Good. So it's settled then?"

"Yes, I'll do this for you. But you have to do something for me, now. It's only fair."

"Oh?"

Shaxx leaned in, and whispered something in the Guardian's ear. They giggled, giving his helmet a kiss, before stepping back to a more respectful distance. "Alright, darling. But we'll meet at the tea shop next door first, okay?"

"Absolutely. We'll need the sugar and caffeine. I've heard those films are terribly long."

"Ha! Yeah, that's alllll we'll be doing that night. Nothing else~"

The Guardian gave one last giddy wave before slinking away, probably to go bother somebody else. Shaxx stood where he was for a while, absently rubbing the spot on his helmet where he'd gotten kissed.

Arcite, meanwhile, had heard and watched the whole exchange, and was just sending out a system message proclaiming that the Crucible Handler would not be available for around 12 hours that week, on account of taking a short break.

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It was a very good thing that Shaxx hadn't inquired further into the Saladin situation, as the Guardian's traipsing soon became a saunter, and then merely a walk. It was going to be a nightmare convincing Saladin to take part, but there was nothing else for it.

For now, however, it was time to go visit the next potential victim: Ada-1.

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End of chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed reading. I fear I may have gone a little too in-depth on the Nameless Sword lore, but I do love talking about swords.

Tune in next time to see how, if at all, the Guardian manages to somehow rope Ada into this mess. It may not be the way in which you expect :)

[starchild--27]

Park Chanyeol.

[happykjd]

230321 exo-l japan fanboard update 🌸

everyone! have you been doing well? this is chen. spring is coming soon. it's the season where the cherry blossoms i like start to bloom! i hope that for everyone it will be a beautiful and wonderful season like the cherry blossoms. (jp -> kr)

[kyooongie]

tom from 500 days of summer if he wasn’t a loser

[a9saga]

CBX's legal battle with SM supposedly ended on the 19th with their contracts being renegotiated and all three staying at SM and in exo. That shit feels awkward man lol. I mean it's definitely a good thing for groups to come, because we've never seen artists file for a lawsuit and stay in the group like CBX wanted to, and this being able to be renegotiated creates opportunity for the next person realizing their contract has slave clauses to put their foot down, but like. These guys totally heard that if they go through w the lawsuit and terminate their contracts, they're fired, they can't be in exo anymore, because its members don't own exo, sm does. That's not confirmed, just my suspicion, but I feel like there's no way that wasn't what it boiled down to.

[seilon]

to this day i do not understand why monster was more popular than lucky one when exo released them both that one year. like lucky one sounds more unique AND the mv has a dope experimental scifi lab concept goin on. is it just the edginess of monster that made it more popular??? I don’t get it. its been years.

[sircnss]

It’s that time of year!

A few things:

1) We begin on Wednesday March 1 rounds will run Monday-Saturday with results posting on Sunday. The first round will run from March 1st to March 11th to allow for participants to return their brackets back to me without a short time constraint.

2) I have...10 maybe 11 albums that are optioned for first and last place to receive if they so choose, otherwise I’m honestly going to sell the others. I need space to fit the ones I keep buying. If you want to know which ones just lmk

3) Feel free to send the polls out to your friends, family, air drop it if you want idk whatever you feel like doing. 

Follow [this] link for your HOW-TO fill out the bracket and [this] link for the bracket for you to make a copy of!  (send me the link to your bracket once its filled out via any way you know how to contact me)

As always, if you have any questions you can reach me here on tumblr, or on discord at fatestruck#8046 

Happy March Madnessing!

@violagoth @chocolatspring @mjhope-world @sa-kae

[cyberexo]

Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader

“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”

tags: @scuzmunkie • @kkaebsongwrld

word count: 1.4K

≪•◦0.5 🎧 0.5◦•≫

"What the hell is he doing here?!" you exclaimed in a whisper to your sister, "Girl, you know what he's here for-"

Dread, dread, & more dread. Could my life get any worse?

≪•◦ 🎧 ◦•≫

Now would be the perfect time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, ridding you of existence.

When you opened the door, you expected to see many faces that belonged to your loved ones, but this time there was a lot less, maybe they just couldn't make it? oh well, the lesser the dishes the better. What you did find appalling though was your parents’ “great" idea to drag someone along with them who you wouldn't consider someone you're affiliated with, let alone family. A man whom your parents had been trying to set you up with for a very long time, and you'd deny him every time- what made them think this time would be any different?

Seeing his face? it was infuriating, but you still powered through the greetings, a forced smile on your face- all you wanted to do was just leave them be in your apartment and go hang out with Chanyeol for the rest of the day.

But you couldn't.

Your family didn't care for sitting around and chit chatting when food was ready and on the table, which worked great in your favour, at least you think it did (?), this would only allow for more time to speak about things and people that you weren't interested in, god- what if they start speaking about it over dinner- the thoughts just kept getting louder & louder, you'd say you've built a tolerance to unwanted conversations with your family but since they don't happen so often, your tolerance has started to wither away.

Your parents sat at both ends of the table, while you sat in between two of your sisters, unwanted "guest" across from you next to your brother- your feeling of irritation started to become harder to hide, behind a tight smile you spoke whilst poking at your food, appetite out the window; "So.. Daniel, what brings you here?" you really just wanted to get down to the knit & grit of his presence, just to get it over and done with so they could leave sooner.

"Sightseeing," being the only answer he could come up with, eyes looking at anything & anyone but you.

Didn't know my home was such a sight for tourists.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you said nothing & continued to pick at your food, pretending to suddenly seem interested in whatever conversation your brother was having with your father.

"This food is really good-" your sister, Jade, announced with her mouth stuffed- she looked like a squirrel getting ready for winter, which made you laugh, "Thanks, I didn't make all of it-" cutting yourself off, your sister and whoever seemed to be listening into the conversation (everybody else) bored their eyes into you waiting for you to finish whatever you were going to say, which did nothing but put your mind into panic mode.

Do i mention Chanyeol? what if they start wondering why he isn't here? or worse; they'll go invite him over instead- your mind rushed through the hundreds of possibilities of how this conversation could go if you simply gave credit to the man next door. This entire inner dilemma covered by a tight smile on your face, it was beyond awkward. A pinch on your thigh that was delivered by your beloved sister was quick to snap you out of it.

"Sorry i don't know what's gotten into me- youtube mostly got me through all of this; excuse me."

Scraping your chair backwards you headed towards your bedrooms own bathroom, avoiding the shared since the last thing you wanted right now was to bump into anyone who just so happened to need the toilet the same time you did.

This is so awkward, and irritating, agitating and- i could just go on, and on and on!

You took a whole lot more time than you were planning to in the bathroom, trying to wring out the awkwardness in your mind and manners, all you had to do was get through one night, just one! & then you would be a free woman; so, you rinsed your face with some cold water, slightly ruining your make up in the process but that bought you more time away from where everyone else was, so they could finish up their meal and you wouldn't have to go back in between your siblings and across the unwanted.

Face all done and somewhat normal, you took a deep breath, and headed back out there.

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Chanyeol sat in his apartment all day doing absolutely nothing, other than playing a couple of his instruments whilst trying to keep it down for once, not wanting to disturb the guests next door, partially listening into the loud conversations that would happen out of nowhere- mostly he’d be straining his ears to catch the sound of your voice but so far; nothing.

It’d been a couple of hours since they’ve arrived so they must’ve been done eating already. Now the only thing he was waiting for was for them to leave. Although, he doubted they’d settle for a hotel close by since you had your own place where they could crash at till their departure- still, he hoped that they had somewhere else to be.

He left a couple of his stuff over at your place on purpose- to have a good enough reason to come knocking on your door again; now that your family was over you didn’t really need his help with possibly anything, or reason to come over while you had family over; not that you did when you didn’t.

It would just be nice to see you again under different circumstances that didn’t involve other people.

Chanyeol was an inch away from dozing off into dreamland when he heard the loud opening click of your door, hushed but echoing voices filling the building and his living room. Kicking his long legs off the couch, he quietly made his way to the door, looking through the peephole to catch a glimpse of you with your family, you didn’t have any pictures around your apartment when he was looking around so he was curious.

He watched them all put their shoes on, some in a hurry more than the others, they weren’t as much as he thought- he could see the resemblance between you all, except for one who didn’t seem like he had any of the genetics at all. Weird.

Most out of his sight now, his eyes lingered on your door that was still slightly ajar, able to make out your figure by the door- it looked like you were speaking to someone behind it, he couldn’t quite tell or make out much noise, you were really quiet, if you were even speaking to somebody at all.

He felt like a creep just watching you like this but he ignored the feeling, telling himself he was just waiting so he could get his stuff back- the door opened up a little more, finally revealing you and another woman, who he worked out to be your mother, she didn’t look all that happy, and you didn’t look any happier than her. Quite concerning since from what he knows, you hadn’t seen each other in some time, a smile would’ve been nice to send her off with. But what did he know?

He watched you roll your eyes when she turned her back to you, making him stifle a laugh- this is not the way he wants to introduce himself; if ever. You both watched your mother disappear down the stairs- well, you did- his sight was restricted.

Still not peeling himself away from the door, his eyes met back with your now slumped figure; you seemed exhausted, he did catch you looking at his door though, it did nothing but make him hold his breath- he felt caught. There was such great space between the both of you- hell you didn’t even know that the both of you were sort of looking at each other, but the tension was there.

He was waiting for you to give into whatever you were thinking and to walk up to his door, it looked like you were thinking about it.

But you didn’t, slowly pulling yourself back into your apartment and softly closing the door- turning off the lights outside of it.

Guess i’ll get my stuff another day.

0.6

[heartcravings]

february 1st. three days for baekhyun to be back. i cleaned and emptied my bedroom. painted the walls white. slowly i'll sort my things into pilles: to give, to sell, to throw away. i hope by march i have an organised bedroom with a dedicated space to dive deep into my research and enough drawers for my artwork. i hope i get to build it beautifully and that i manage to keep it that way.

[rhysintherain]

Oh yeah, this is Cameron, "the Green Knight", technically trained as a knight but currently working as a landscaper, who's coworkers call him that because he's usually covered in grass clippings...

A fantasy book where many characters have dramatic High Fantasy epithets, but for incredibly non-dramatic reasons.

An adventurer known as The Herald of Dawn, but it's because she tends to wake up naturally at 4 or 5 am and every single fucking time wakes up the whole damn camp before sunrise by banging pots and pans together while making herself breakfast.

A nobleman known as The Lord of Shadows, but it's because his land is shaded from all sides by cliffs and mountains and all the other nobility are roasting this guy for not being able to grow or farm anything on his shitty, shady, no-sunshine-having estates.

A courtesan known as The Emerald of [location], but it's because the county she was born in is known for manufacturing forged jewels and gemstones, and so far she is the fakest pretty thing to ever come from there.

An assassin known as The Kiss of Death, but it's because he has somehow acquired every single known and documented STD in his mouth.

The Dark Huntress, named so to distinguish her from The Blonde Huntress.

A prince known as The Raven Prince, but it's because he's autistic and can and WILL tell you everything that is known about ravens, for five hours straight.

[echidnana]

like we have legitimately emotionally and physically negative reactions to certain things because of a headmate or source. we are not faking that lmao

[oracularpig]

trying to develop more plural/system related tarot spreads- our wooden tarot deck prefers to be used as guidance on system and spiritual matters so we've been trying to make more spreads to use since we like the structure