blood moon.

[vaememes]

hugs & kisses sentence starters.

“ come here and give me a hug. ” “ can i have a hug? ” “ hug me. ” “ does someone need a hug? ” “ give me one of your big bear hugs. ” “ i really need you to hug me right now. ” “ we can still hug. ” “ i love hugging you so much. ” “ i need another hug. ” “ i love being in your arms. ” “ your hugs are the best. ” “ hug me and don’t let me go. ” “ i could just hug you forever. ” “ so where’s my hug? ” “ just one more hug before i go? ” “ you look like you need a hug. ” “ come wrap your arms around me. ” “ i don’t want you hugging anyone else. ” “ please just hold me forever. ” “ sending you lots of hugs and kisses. ” “ shut up and kiss me already. ” “ i want give you a kiss so bad. ” “ i love it when we kiss. ” “ you are the best kisser i’ve ever known. ” “ just give me a kiss. ” “ come here and kiss me. ” “ kiss me. ” “ you’re a damn good kisser. ” “ you want to give me a kiss? ” “ are we going to kiss now? ” “ this is the part where i kiss you. ” “ so if i kissed you, would you kiss back? ” “ i just wanted to give you a kiss. ” “ i’ll kiss it and make it better. ” “ give me a kiss goodnight first? ” “ i can kiss you anytime i want. ” “ do you want to kiss? ” “ shut me up with a kiss. ” “ i love it when we kiss. ” “ i don’t want to miss this kiss. ” “ have you ever kissed someone before? ” “ i’m going to give you a kiss now, okay? ”

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smckingashes:

❝          The doubt had started to take possession of her mind. Was it worth coming here to cure a cough that did not even belong to herself? That? That she would love to know, mainly because the man was right. Why had she been sent here, when he could grab an advil or get some coughing syrup from the nearest pharmacy in town? “Is this how you treat all your customers, sir? Do you try chase them away? Is your stuff too good for the normal ones?” Kahlia chuckled, glancing over her shoulder to meet the man’s gaze. She wasn’t quite used to treatment like this, especially not from a shop owner. Carefully, she looked at the shelves. It was old and she was afraid that even a glance could break something and as she felt like he was watching her every move, every lift of her finger, she had to be extra careful. While she was not foreign to the feeling of being watched, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his strong gaze and yet, despite her discomfort she felt herself wanting to sit down. “If I sit down, will you help me out?” Her lips curved into a small smile. A drink, wouldn’t hurt, would it? Besides, was his pleading gaze, those dark eyes, something she could resist? Not really. A sigh slipped past. In the presence of something inhuman, she couldn’t cause a scene. Not when she was alone, a  man that she could not yet identify as anything for certain. “It’s a beautiful full moon, almost as beautiful as your shop. It’s quite a sight to see, but… The monsters of the night is not something I can fear.” In a swift motion, she made her way from across the room. 

“Are you afraid of the creatures haunting the night?” 

a glimmer of a smile plays at the edges of his lips. what fun. “ i’m not a shopkeeper that particularly likes any of his customers, unfortunately. ” sliding his arm across the table, he fills the small porcelain cup with the alcohol. “ i won’t even charge you; just stay long enough to keep a lonely man in the mountains some company, won’t you? ” it was true that he was not fond of his customers; he was often entertained with his visitors, but he had grown tired of seeing the same types of people weave in and out of his store. often they had been struck with a case of bad luck, only to bring greater misfortune upon themselves with their own greed. and he was the medium for all of that, granting wishes that frequently hurt others. he never had taken it upon himself to share a drink with a visitor before, more out of lack of interest than professionalism. it was not as if integrity was a witch’s main concern, after all. 

she was magnetizing - charming would have been too light of a term for her aura. placing his cheek into the palm of his hand, he mused aloud. “ afraid or not, it doesn’t matter to me. i have nothing to protect, nothing precious that keeps me bound to this world. ” he still had some work he still wanted to complete, though. he savors another sip of liquor, pausing before meeting her eyes again. “ i don’t believe i ever caught your name. ”

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↪ @hxpxfm; hyuksoo

he's laying on his side, awaiting the guest he sensed was outside his doors. head resting against his hand, perhaps he could gather himself to properly face his customer. or he could continue to lounge on the floor of his store. among scattered ancient texts in a room decorated with countless jars, the several candles flickered as the door creaked open. an eyebrow raised, he raised his gaze from the old book he had been studying, a pipe in hand. the night breeze rustled the pages, tentative steps seeming to echo in the dark room. “come in, don’t be shy.” 

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smckingashes:

❝          More than she would like, Kahlia started to doubt her decision of coming here, regardless of it being a demand by Father. The confusion that had seeped into her mind, the distrust she felt towards the unidentified male… It was definitely not something she enjoyed. However, with little to do about her discomfort and the task lingering in the back of her mind, she stepped forward, taking mental notes of the place she soon entered. Beautiful, was quite a way to describe the sight in front of her. Not just the man, who carried a sense of beauty around him, but also the way everything was places: like a chaos. Books and jars, scattered. There must be a lot of memories hiding in here, memories and secrets. She got an eery vibe from it, one she both hated and loved. What exactly the man was, she did not know, but looking at the jars, the books, she got an idea. Kahlia sighed, finger tracing a wooden shelf. She had forgotten about the name, if she had ever gotten one at least. Blessed with great eyesight, she lingered around. Curious, careful. “Something against headaches, you got that?” She threw a glance over her shoulders, furrowed brows. Both Chinese and the other weirdly scribbled things unknown to her. With her gaze falling upon the wine, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she felt herself crave the wine. “Strangers can’t be trusted, that much you should know or am I wrong?”

a light sip, with lips just barely tracing the edge of his cup. he took a moment to savor his drink, his gaze still focused in on his guest. her dark features contrasted so starkly against pale skin, her petite figure standing before him with an air of confidence. strange, considering she was a first-time visitor. “coming all the way over here just for a quick cure for a headache? just run off to your neighborhood and pick up some advil.” not that he wanted her to leave - in fact, it was quite the opposite. 

her biological composition was not one he could pinpoint, and perhaps this is why he wanted a closer look. he would give her what she had come for, but he wanted to observe for just a bit longer. “just sit down and have a drink if you want.” this was his home, his territory. for the most part, anyone who entered his enchanted estate was at his mercy, so he had little to fear. he found his eyes constantly darting between his wine and the woman in front of him. electrifying. hopefully she would stay for at least a drink. 

setting a cup on the table across from him, he looked up to her with his pure black gaze. pleading, perhaps, but also somewhat commanding, contrasting with the tone of nonchalance in his voice. “it’s a full moon, anyways. when all the monsters come out.”

[hidden-inthesound]

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i sometimes wonder where you’ve gone; story carries on, lonely, lost inside.

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wh y do i crave a past life thread

[story-dj]

I had been abandoned by both life and death: neither would take me.

Death’s Door (via story-dj)

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thcrnedcrown:

          THE OTHER WAS an interesting kind of creature. Well, the thought alone was probably ironic when it was thought by one of the darkest demons one could imagine. However, Jiyun was someone who barely got into contact with other supernatural creatures. Beside this one young man, she had met and probably never let go of him. It was a good old filler for boredom. And she was fine to allow such thoughts because she was sure his mind was filled with the same.           Opening the door to a shop that wasn’t unknown anymore her dark hues searched for another familiar part. Graceful and confident movements eventually brought her forwards. Each step placed deliberately until her gaze had found what she was searching for. He leant against the doorframe with that silken robe adorning his body. Jiyun tilted her head and let her gaze slither over his figure from head to toe in a rather impudent way but that was nothing new of her. That was simple her behaviour. His dark raven hair was a mess. Silken but a mess. She liked it.           “It is.” She simply replied whilst she cocked out her hip to the left side and settled her hand in the curve of her waist. A smirk curled the corner of her lips upwards and bared white teeth. “Good because I was planning to bring you with me. I am bored. I need entertainment.” The mare purred so gently even though her tone suggested less a request but more a command. The young woman slightly shifted her weight on the tips of her toes while she tried to look over his shoulder if he was alone or not. You could never beware if someone was rolling around in their bed during that time of a day. “Well, I would allow better suggestions as well but I don’t think you will bring any up.”

he already knew there was no getting out of this. he was far from being a pushover, but the mare knew how to get him under her spell. “ you only ever come see me when you’re bored. “ he tilted his head slightly, resting it against the wall. he could see her trying to peek past him; a little teasing would be fine, right? “ do you have someone else to keep you entertained for most of the week? poor bastard ---- “ prying into each other’s private lives was an unspoken rule but this was just good fun. 

he liked her, honestly. she was always so in tune with boundaries, understanding which lines she could and couldn’t cross. not that knowing made much of a difference, as she often just ended up doing as she pleased. but spending time with her was fun, and perhaps there was a bit of truth in his previous statement; maybe he’d like to see her more frequently. he turned, his back facing towards his guest as he stepped back into his bedroom, leaving the door open as a silent invitation. “ would you like something to drink? i’ve got some sake leftover. “ he picked up the small ceramic bottle and cup from the side of his bed. he slid onto the side of the bed, smoothing out the silky sheets he had been laying in just moments before. “ or are we in a rush? “  he already knew, this was his fate.

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leviaraelle:

it’syet another night where she misses nenia and all her planet had to offer. the female likes to come to the convenience store after her shift andoccasionally talk to the employee working that night , make sure they’re notalone . she’s quite nocturnal ,it seems ! hues scan the areafor a few snacks , she’s a bit hungry afterher late shift at the hospital , so she doesn’t mind treating herself tosomething tonight . though , there was something else her sienna eyes noticed —a man out of the corner of her eye . she didn’t think him to be anyone peculiar, as much as her powers were telling her to look in that direction . she runsher hand across a shelf to lift a bottle of soda to take along with her fewsnacks in her hand ( the soda was a brand her tastebuds had to grow to like ;human food tasted very artificial these days . ) it’s only when shehears the male addressing her that she turns around ! she gives him asaccharine smile , as she walks up to the register and cashier . ❛ yeah . but , really . this is on me . i don’t really mind paying foryour items tonight , i’m feeling generous . ❜

well this was a treat. he hadn’t been expecting this kind of kindness; thankfully his leap of faith (?) had been succesful. “ oh, i --- “ he waited for her to continue checking out, patiently standing by her side. he collected his new treasures, consisting of instant foods and alcohol. his staple diet restored, he was more than satisfied at this outcome. as they stepped outside into the dark streets, he fought to find the right words. “ thank you. “ a good start, right? he was rarely flustered, but this kind of interaction was completely foreign to him. “ i’m not someone weird, i can pay you back --- “ he felt strange trying. the irony - he was usually the one doing the debt-collecting. what would people normally say in these kinds of situations? “ i guess i would need your contact information, or, something like that, right? “ 

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Lycoris Radiata

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smckingashes:

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❝          Wait… “What?” She stared at him in disbelief, in the dimlit area he was still easily visible for her sharp eyes. Father had her be around different kind of species ever since she was young, as if he had trained her to turn her into his dog that would lure in his victims. He was in possession of a scent that she couldn’t really place. Not human. It annoyed her undoubtedly much. “I was not trying to pick a fight.” She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh. It was late and after throwing another glance over her shoulder at the thirsty women and men gathered into the shadows, trying to ride each other out in the open… “I was not trying to pick a fight, I swear.” Kahlia was tired of empty assumptions, all she wanted was to buy an ailment to soothe the aching cough of her old man. He asked and she ran. “I just need something and an owl has told me you can help.”

              the confusion was utterly mutual. it had been a while since he had encountered another being with supernatural blood flowing in their veins. surely she was also guessing, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that stood before her, but he would not give out answers so easily. or at least, he would hold his tongue until she at least identified herself. 

he merely motioned her to enter through the old, creaking door, swinging it shut behind her. he was actually somewhat dressed for once, with an untucked white shirt and simple black slacks hanging loosely over his narrow frame. he led her into the store, thousands of jars and containers of various sizes spanning the walls. he had forgotten to clean up again. books scattered across the floor and vases knocked over onto their sides was not a good look for the old place. the single fluorescent light above was dim, and several light candles provided for the lack of proper lighting. 

“go ahead, pick your poison.” he mumbled, as if she could read any of the ancient labels he had lazily scribbled chinese characters onto. he sat down at the tea table towards the back of the room, filling a tea cup with bittersweet rice wine. ah, how inconsiderate. he glanced upwards at his guest. “you want some?”

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asfaulted

     ❛  unless you have drugs on you or wanna B U Y drugs, i’m really not interested, so fuck off, will you?  ❜    

he doesn’t do drugs. except for smoke every now and then. he simply can’t keep up with the times after living locked up in the mountains for two and a half decades. good thing he’s at least an apothecary. “uh. i don’t have any with me but i can sell you some opium seeds back at my shop?”

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↪ @thcrnedcrown​​*; jiyun

he doesn’t have many hobbies, unless you count rolling around in bed with a cup of rice wine. he fiddled with the short cup as he lay reclined against satin sheets - there was only so much he could do to entertain himself in the misty mountains. goodbye, twenties - they would probably just slip by without an ounce of fun. maybe he would invest in a nice computer --- 

and as if on cue, the door to the entrance of his shop creaked. despite being in the very back of the structure, he could still hear the distinct grace in which his visitor entered the building. the confidence in their footsteps indicated that this was not their first, or second time in his home. he groaned as he slipped out of his sheets and into a silk robe, despite complaining to himself just moments before of how bored he was. brushing his hair back half-heartedly with a single hand, he just hoped his customer wouldn’t mind his disheveled appearance.

they met halfway, in what was essentially his living room. given the lack of furniture besides a couch and a tea table, it would be difficult to give it such a homely title. the aroma of wicked flowers filled the air, and his gaze rest upon the long, bronze-gold hair that had tickled his cheeks in previous escapades. he stifled the small smile creeping at the sides of his lips and leaned heavily against the doorway to his room. “it’s been a while.” sarcasm? genuine affection? it would have been impossible for either of them to truly know. “i was just starting to miss your antics.”

[heavenllybent-deactivated201910]

ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ, ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˡᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ⁿᵒ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ˢʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵃʸ, ᵒʳ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ, ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃʷᵃʸ,

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ  ᴇʏᴇs sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟ.

                     ┇𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐄.  + ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ  /  ↻ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ  /  ♡ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴ ɪɴʙᴏx. ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˡᵉˢˢ, ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ.

[let-them-howl]

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

William Butler Yeats, The Mermaid (via let-them-howl)