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[nct-lq]

:D

[dig-dug]

when u know somebody is lyin

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irregvlation·.        

          MAYBE IT’S MUCH TOO close to mockery when he laughs, hand stretching out just so his fingers can brush over the locks of the younger’s hair, turning one around a digit and tugging ever so slightly. he bends down, hot breath against their ear and he presses his mouth against it. “ i don’t say please to people who don’t DESERVE it. ” ( do you deserve it, LITTLE ONE? or do you simply think you do? ) he grins, an action that can be felt against their ear, teeth nipping at it ever so slightly, the very picture of SIN —— the forbidden fruit, teeth sunk into the flesh, feeding. his words are caught in his throat. “ and even GOD didn’t dare call the devil a mistake— because he was so utterly IMPERFECT that he was PERFECT. ” he moves downwards, mouth against neck. ( if his tongue peeks out, swiping against their neck, it’s UNMENTIONED. ) “ where did you learn to flatter like that? ” he asks a little breathlessly, but abruptly shifts so that his two legs enclose the other’s knee and he sits down on their thigh. his mouth curves, the beginnings of a smirk. “ how can the angels even DARE to look at me when TEMPTATION sits there, right next to me? ”

            he is ambrosia    ,    myrrh    &.    honeyed wine    &.    they are ichored hubris    ,    cacophony of the stars   &.   they are longing   ,  sarcoline desire spilling forth from within them.     ❝ i deserve it              i’ve been very good    ,    have i not? ❞     no sensation on this earth could compare to the feeling of his lips on their throat   ,   his voice whispering violence   &.   filth into their ear    ,    smooth    &.   silky   &.   whiter than sin. dash them against the gates of heaven in pure   ,   unadulterated pleasure. tear them apart till there’s nothing left of them but faint laughter    &.    the sickly sweet scent of chocolate    &.   strawberries.    ❝ god was not wrong             to call the uh devil without mistake.    ❞      &.    they are only human    ,     &.    he is only the divine yet these touches are tearing their throat apart. his fingers touch   ,   always want to so much   ,   his lips kiss every chance   &.   spot the weak points.    &.   oh   ,   he’s so warm    ,   says he’ll do no harm              but they know he’s the devil just by the way he doesnt even need to say their name.    ❝   oh            am i tempting you? im sorry for taking your spotlight.    ❞      &.   they know if they don’t stay alert    &.   watch     ,    they’re the next prey to be caught.       

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jiwcc·.

ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝔸𝕃 ft. @atlaurl

there was something incredibly unconventional about the pair. one big and one small. tt was a common misconception that jiwoo was the youngest or even the sweetest. she was the person that most seeked to have a good time– spend money recklessly and letting the world move around in slow motion. she wasn’t the type to take life for granted– rather cherished it when the opportunity arose. she had nothing missing from her perfect world; she could do what she wanted outside the eyes of her father. everything was wrapped up neatly into a bow and nothing could go wrong. she had purposely chosen a location as far away from her father’s choking grip.

eyes gaze around the crowded room as she tries to find her next victim. a rather content buzz consumes her skin as she continues to scout. it was a little early than the times her regulars would request her. there were many unfamiliar faces– most of which she could assume were first timers by how excited they seemed. a glance was all she needed before heading to the bar and waiting for anyone to request her company.

               they’ve swallowed cities once   ,    now they are going to swallow a goddess with a few well-placed words. they ache to drink down divinity    &.    yearn to watch the panic in anyone's eyes.    ❝ a dance ? over here    ,    please. ❞      it is a quiet thing to watch divinity to decay. like a stately home   ,   forgotten   ,    cobwebs creep    &.   crawl filling mouths to suffocate holy prayers.      ❝ im not one to judge    ,    but doing this when you got daddy’s money?    ❞      dust consumes fine linens   ,   china    &.   pearl until there’s nothing left at all.      

[altarurl-blog]

rectfy·.

          he doesn’t understand   the little intricacies of it all; there’s a line between what he’s familiar with and what he’ll never be able to fully grasp within it, mostly out of a sheer lack of desire to. what he doesn’t know won’t affect him, and he doesn’t care to know anything beyond the basics. “ cherry, right. ” a hum, eyes peering upward before returning to clay. “  i like both, so what now? ”  light words, always staying away from the ledge of anything deeper than shallow waters. anything to avoid being ill-protected from the rest of the world. “ i guess i’m a special case. ” 

            this, though, he can talk about for hours, without restraint. he perks up slightly, lips pouting subconsciously as he concentrates on the story. “ send me the link? what if they got to him and lured him back in by convincing him that it wasn’t really a cult and now he’s knee-deep in that shit again? those guys are fucking good at mind games. made him cover his tracks and everything. ” he leans back, allowing his own words to settle before adding, “ do you think they’d ever pull you in? ”

                they want the past to go away    ;    but all they can do is lie about the past. its not a chapter they can close    ,   life is not a book that they can read. its a nightmare they cant escape    ,    dotted with beautiful mirages to keep them sane.      ❝ i guess that makes you biclaysexual?    ❞    they joke with a nervous laugh    ,     happy to change the subject. the past is Cerberus   ,    all sharp teeth   &.     jagged edges     ,    a monster not meant to keep others out but to lock them in.     ❝  give me a second   ,    i was watching a video on it.    ❞    they ask   ,   beg    ,    &.    wait patiently then impatiently then desperately    ,   wretchedly    ,   restlessly watching their own mistakes repeat time    &.    time again.    ❝   i joined a cult for a while     ,     exposed a money laundering thing.    ❞      again   &.   again     ,    all their lives they wait    ,   they wait for the answer to the question they always knew.      

[earthdad]

she was your girl until she saw my TikTok videos

[nctaezen]

effortlessly handsome ✧

[altarurl-blog]

open snapchat

                 park_clay: heyyy does anyone wanna help me take photos                  park_clay:  i’ll pay you                  park_clay:  i just cant get the right angle and i want to cry

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irregvlation·.                                    

          THEY’RE PUSH AND PULL——coy one second, flustered the next. perhaps it would mess more with linkai’s mindset, had it not been for the fact that they seem all too ENRAPTURED with him, and he’s always loved the attention that comes with the other. “ would you let me if i asked prettily enough? ” he asks in a sweet tone. his neat eyebrows arch, barely able to hide the small flash of SURPRISE that comes with being greeted with their confidence. “ you think even i wouldn’t be able to catch you? ” he hums out, long fingers stretched out, index finger brushing over the rim of the new wine glass. linkai grasps onto the glass before the other can, taking a sip out of it and pushing it back to them. his thumb wipes over his lip before he ducks forward, pressing that same thumb against the other’s bottom lip, waiting patiently for their tongue to swipe out and lick the remaining drink. at the unexpected ( CHEESY—— LIKE A CHILD confessing to their first crush, and yet he finds himself grinning. ) “ i was thrown out of heaven for being too beautiful. ” a brief moment passes and it seems like it’s just them two in the club. “ the angels were jealous—— they probably still are, because i have YOU in the palm of my HAND. ”

                eros incarnate             desire made audible in corporeal visit of divinity. god touch them    ,    make them say their hail mary’s when they drop to their knees to take them in their mouth.     ❝  you have to say please    ❞      they’d play this game more    ,    weave poetry with their tongue if they weren't rasping like thing possed by iron.   the god in their lungs begs that the angel in front of them is so wicked   &.   divine that these windows will split asunder.    ❝   i know that you wouldnt be able to catch me    ,    im just that good.   ❞    he is a whisper    ,   a hot breath against their neck   &.   they are weak weak weak weak. power beyond measure    ,    pull beyond words   &.   how gone they are. a sinner in the night against his fever hot skin    &.   iced cold eyes.    ❝   you know the prettiest was the devil? ❞      god    ,   slide those ruby lips up the column of their neck    &.    make them remember that Lucifer was an angel once    ,    make them taste the fruit of Eden   &.   know what sin feels like.   ❝ the other angels are jealous ? i doubt they can see me next to you. ❞                         

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rectfy·.

            it’s remarkable,  how quickly the fervor that comes every time they tick him off can dwindle into almost nothing. easily swayed, haruki’s onto having other thoughts on his mind.  “ oh. tough luck. ” he doesn’t tend to ask questions about clay’s job; he doesn’t consider it different from other professions, but that’s partly because he’s been exposed to similar things through vesper. if it’s offered him one thing, it’s exposure to worlds that he never thought he’d be familiar with. sometimes it has its perks, he supposes. 

             a second of silence passes as he thinks their response over some more. “ maybe one will fall in love with you and spoil you one day. stay hopeful. ” clay gives in easier than he thought they would, causing his lips to turn into a smile that’s much more smug than pleasant. sometimes he wins ( rarely, but he’ll brand it as sometimes for his own sanity ), and even small victories taste sweet. “ i mean … you’re not gonna miss your rent payment because you kept your weedman company. ”

               the kids are not alright. they are a burning city   ,    their precious self   ,   a trainwreck    ,   their youth Carthage after the salt of their burning tears. they are hunting down reasons to stay alive even though they are as frightened as dears.      ❝ they love cherry    ,    not me.   ❞    its a clear statement   ,   a separation between work self    &.    true self. the men loved the rouged lips that spell lies    ,    not them.   them   &.    their broken mirror manners have cut them open  &.   reflected all of his bad parts for the world to see.    ❝   dude   ,    you gotta check this out. so like   ,    this reddit guy like joined a cult   &.    then got out. but get this            he added to his original post that like it wasnt a cult so like that means that the cult so got to him. ❞      they look into the hearts of men   &.   point at their chest    :   where their heart should be lies oily darkness instead, 

[mrkslee]

the cutest boy owning the yam yam song ♡

[jovan]

he 😜👦 was a skater 🚴🎿 boy 🎸🎮🚬she 🙅 said 💬 see you later 👋 boy ✌️ bush did 9/11 he🚶wasn’t good enough 👺 for her💅💆💇👰

[altarurl-blog]

rectfy·.

         he rubs his eyelids harshly,  slowly enough to release just a bit of the frustration that pools within him at how easily the other dismisses his concerns. they have a way of pushing his usual limits, and making him feel like he’s the one who’s out of place for thinking like any other person would when their friend has their hands all over their bank account details. “ oh, wow. how thoughtful of you. you really know where to draw the line. ” sarcasm laces his every word, lips forming a forced smile to match. they drive him up a wall, always have, but there’s no one else he’d rather be ( endlessly ) displeased by. 

           though he’s unimpressed, he finds humor in clay’s words, irritation briefly dying down as he tries to stifle his own laughter. “ you really want someone with an account like mine to owe you money? ” most of the time, he can barely cover his debts without starving, though he’s not exactly the most responsible with his money, either. ( he’s not going to die without living his life to some extent, that’s for certain. ) “ i don’t know how any of that stuff works, can’t you just ask one of your daddies to send you extra cash or something? ” he asks, finally dropping his hands from his face and looking over at them. “ the least you can do after raiding my shit is spend more than ten minutes with me, damn.”

              they dip their fingers in spoiled honey    ,    he dips his toes in the black tar of Tartarus. they light outside his apartment shines of city lights   &.   ugly moon. the skin on their thigh is adorned with black mesh to protect them from fear.     ❝    i ask for more money   ,    they ask me to do some really fucking weird shit.   ❞     they explain with memories on their mouth    ,   young naive mistakes that shall never be repeated.  their nails are painted dawn   &.   bright sun   ,    they are afraid of the dark sometimes. archangels carve curses upon their brow with eyeless knives.    ❝   i can come after the show    ,    or you know                being a little late wouldnt be so bad?    ❞   come   ,    impulse says   ,   through the rabbit hole   &.   get lost with the wonders that life has. 

[altarurl-blog]

driftboryeong·.

𝓑 oryeong absolutely adored psychology, & especially when it toed the line between being universally accepted & pissing people off. she’d probably been the first person to sign up for ethical issues. “ yeah, yeah it is. “ she turns to look at the stranger, a huge grin on her faces as she nods. “ i’m so excited for it. i’m a psychology major, too, so i think this is gonna be a lot of fun. “

                her glance is too luminous    ,    her voice too fluctuant    ,   her virtue too timid. unaware of how the world around them was set to ruin them all    ,   would she have any rage for those that have wronged her?    ❝   im also a  psychology major     ,    its like so crazy that we’ve never seen each other before.  ❞    if evil is volatile    ,    then good is caustic. divinity is seraph’s posion   &.    mercy tears them to pieces. saints are those who failed to understand that vengeance is justice.     

[altarurl-blog]

                one day she quit the angelic order    ,    had her wings burned one too many times by heaven’s light. she up   &.   left. looked back on the pearly white gates   &.   ignored the cries of the heavens.     ❝   you went to the store? did you pick up my pods?   ❞    they ask over the faint sound of the fingers hitting the keys   ,    files upon files were open on the screen. heaven was right   ,   the world is a bitter place for those born holy.

(      ❤      /    @jngharu     )

[altarurl-blog]

               boy wants to be a hero    ,    dies like a man. brooding wont make it any better   ,    darling. dark things only grow darker    &.    there isnt no bleach that can wash the filthy from the world. the knock on the door makes him walk to the door    ,    opening it with confusion.    ❝   oh shit   ,    oh shit. uh give me a second. i picked up some swaggie ninja turtle bandaids.   ❞     she is every city sin she has ever slept in. all salt pillars   &.   neon lights. wear those shades all she wants   ,   but no piece of glass is gonna hide the nasty mark on her eye. 

  (      ❤      /    @unsettlds   ) 

[altarurl-blog]

                    mad man with a magicians flourish     ;     lights of Vegas to the strobe light heart     &.     beacons offurious       ,     neon signs. they exist purely in a world of impulse thought.       ❝    bro    ,    bro i was watching youtube last night     &.   i had an idea.    ❞      a slot machine mind spitting out ichor into the faces of men that can hardly pronounce the names of the old gods they worship in secret.  sometimes their words start to spin like acarousel.     ❝    lets do 100 layers of glue on our face    ,     it would be so funny dude.   ❞     their eyes grow wild with the idea    ,    glue in hand  &.   a camera in the other             ready to make art.

(      ❤      /    @sydnyz     )