devour me

multi muse.

[ofbloodysins]

            a SAINT with the lips of a SINNER––

                                                  an ANGEL with a DEVILISH kiss;

♡ for a plotting call //  ⟳ to be nice  // ﹢ for a friend!

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[gvgvdans]

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts part two

‘ don’t you remember me ?? ’ ‘ you beat me at my own game. ’ ‘ why do you keep pushing me away ?? ’ ‘ i can’t carry on like this. i’m done. ’ ‘ we can’t keep doing this. ’ ‘ you keep taking and taking, i’ve got nothing left to give !! ’ ‘ since when did you start calling me by just my name ?? ’ ‘ ____ ?? why won’t you look at me ?? ’ ‘ nobody could replace me and you know it !! stop fucking pretending !! ’ ‘ stop saying you need me. just stop. ’ ‘ you’ll just be gone again by morning won’t you ?? ’ ‘ i’ve forgotten their face. i forgot. ’ ‘ i’m not the same person i used to be, sorry. ’ ‘ you made me believe you loved me. ’ ‘ i’m not worth it. ’ ‘ i don’t want to be a part of your life anymore. ’ ‘ i wish you would be honest with me. ’ ‘ i need you all of the time, not just some. ’ ‘ i never stopped needing you. ’ ‘ you’re like a whole different person when we’re alone. why can’t you be like that all the time ?? ’

[erovsun]

sorry for being mia, loves. life has been busy. but im alive and will get to replies hopefully soon. /dies.

[erovsun]

@thelixira

——         she glances at the crowded event, darkened orbs staring at one particular person. the one that happens to be her secret boyfriend. miyeong holds back onto her frown. at least, she’s attempting to. it was hard when the man that she’s dating was constantly being surrounded by others; others with obvious intentions. her lover was hot. attractive to the bone, but he was hers and everyone else needed to just back off. with a pout, the woman rests her chin against her palm and glances around. she needed to do something else than being jealous... but that was also a challenge.

“jerk. stop flirting.” she speaks in her mind. in childish hopes the other would somehow receive the message telepathically.

[erovsun]

deep-dark-andmysterious‌:

   Minjung, she sometimes could be bold and daring; but right now her eyes were set on this person’s materials. She’d probably do what she always did, sell them to someone else or online for a quick buck. But as she heard him mimic her and that stupid dare, how could she not follow through? A cocky smirk painted across her lips as she looked around quickly, scanning the empty streets; it was the middle of the night. “Fine, I’ll shoot then.” 

  After she fired her bullet into his right elbow, her smirk grew as she could smell the gunpowder. It was an odd smell that she had grown to love. Grabbing his bloodied elbow, she pulled him into the nearby alleyway. “Now are you going to give me your materials or am I going to have to kill you?” Gun to his forehead now, she could only hope since he was injured he’d be willing to give whatever he had up to her.

——         oh. she was a brave one. too bad, seungho didn’t give her much credit. and when a bullet grazes against his elbow, the man hisses. the pain shot up, quick. he could feel the numbness of his arm. great. so much for his clothes ( the only thing that runs through his mind when he feels an ooze of wetness. ) he draws a breathy laugh. although he’s been in worst situations, familiar to the feeling of bullets hitting him, it always hurt like a bitch. “wow,” he speaks under his breath. though he doesn’t do much, not even when she drags him to the alleyway. poor thing, now that they were out of sight... seungho wasn’t about to hold back.

he could feel her fingers press against his elbow. the tips squishing into his wound and it gives him adrenaline. so as the gun returns to his forehead, seungho’s face fell. it was enough playing games. he reaches for her shoulder, one hand at the gun as he tilts it away from his head and spins around, pushing the female against the wall with force. he holds her in place, an arm under her neck as he presses to her throat and the other slipping the gun from her grasp. “continue to play around like that and there will be a gravestone to your name,” he growls.  

[erovsun]

cnamity‌:

             ☆･*･｡* SUNGWON ALMOST DARED TO smile a bit more.  ❝  i’ll remember than when i’m working out later.   ❞  he looked at him with a pleased expression.  a brow cocked upwards at the others words.  ❝   are you sure you didn’t ask to be assigned to the delivers  ?  ❞  replied as he stepped into the back of the truck and looked for the small order that were going to receive.  ❝  i still think you just like seeing my slow ass. ❞  he grabbed the dolly that was inside as he lowered the ramp.  ❝   you probably won’t be out here that day.  then i will get to call you slow, old man.  ❞

——         youngho wants to shake his head at the other’s smiles, at sungwon’s content expressions but he just can’t. it somehow makes him want to smile too. “surprised you have time to work out and no.” he grumbles. there were obviously other things the male would prefer to be doing... “keep wishing,” he scrunches his face, “seeing me may be the highlight of your day, but it’s not mutual.” there’s a laugh and youngho watches as the other gets to work. “i’m young and fresh, thanks.” 

[erovsun]

daysblooming‌:

        himchan was a man that would never miss his deadlines. he just was never that type of person. having to send out the next chapter just seemed to always go by pretty quick and there was only so much time that he’d be able to have to make sure every last piece of it was perfect. “sorry, sorry. just a few more minutes, i promise,” he says, nodding his head as he continued to work without even looking up. “just the next chapter to the webtoon, this is the last part to the chapter.”

——           she puffs her cheeks at the response. although sewon understands his position, she could still be quite the child when there was a lack of attention. “fine,” she mumbles. peering over him, she watches himchan work. subconsciously, she rests her chin on his shoulder. “it looks good,” the female keeps her position for a second longer before pulling away, knowing the other probably needed his space and instead, walks around the room. as alternative, she distracts herself by looking over the decorations that hung around.  

[erovsun]

ofparisisms‌:

“One person, hm? I wonder who that could be.” Of course, now he’s caught on and might as well play into it, because he’s got that feeling there’s something there. Whether it’s his wolf trying to figure it out or himself, Adam’s feeding into it. “I don’t know, I think he’s great. If you’re craving something sweet, just give me thirty minutes and I’ll make you something you’ll never have had in your life. And a drink.”

——           “i think you’ll see them around often,” he grins. for sure, youngho would probably come down and visit. he’s got to now that he’s met adam. at the other response, there’s a laugh. it seems like he’s been caught. “if he’s great ... maybe you should give him your number?” the male’s almost shy but he decides it’s worth the risk and it’s followed by a nod. “sounds great. i’ll be happy to wait. thanks!”

[erovsun]

trcpicalnights‌:

              laughing, knowing this was just friendly banter between friends. hearing his next comment she playfully gasp covering her mouth with her hands. “i knew you hated seeing me.” her giggles spilling out because it’s just a joke. looking over at him she flashed him a smile to let know it’s all friendly and she doesn’t take anything personally. deoksu was one of the few people she didn’t mind joking with because he didn’t mean it. as they arrive at the restaurant her eyes are lighting up with a smile. she was hungry but skipped her meal to meet up with her classmates who ditched her. “yes, let’s go.” undoing her belt the girl is already jumping out of the seat. “i am so hungry. i missed my dinner because of them and they just ditched me– those jerks.” cheeks puffed as she takes deoksu’s hand once he was out of the car tugging him along with her. 

——         he shines a smile at her response before there’s a simple shrug of his shoulders. “well then eat as much as you want, the treat is on me.” deoksu replies. he didn’t mind spoiling people and jiwon definitely didn’t have the best of days today. so as she reaches for his hand, he nods and follows along. “jerks indeed,” he agrees. once they enter the restaurant, deoksu tells the waiter it was a table for two before he follows the worker, now tugging jiwon along with him. “the place looks nice,” he speaks up. it was not too fancy, and had a good neighborhood feel. “good choice.”

[erovsun]

trcpicalnights‌:

              ethan didn’t mind the male picking on him. after all, he knows it’s all done in good fun and he doesn’t mean anything by it. friends joked around with each other and he’s able to handle the fun poked at him. “you can ignore me– though, i know you’ll cave and talk to me first.” he teases, knowing that youngho wouldn’t be able not to talk to him. he would give in and end up talking to him sooner or later. “i am nice but i can stand my ground and tell you to stop being mean."  he teases, as he glances at the male who is looking at him. shaking his head, he gives the other a shove because he refuses to deal with him. "shut up, and again i’m nice you’re being mean.” he complained as he turned back to the papers he was doing to ignore the male’s teasing. "you like me more than chicken wings– really? i find this hard to believe.“ he teases, letting out a small hum when he finished up the last of the papers. 

——         youngho draws an unconscious pout. there was a reason why ethan was a teacher; he was good with his words. “all bullies say that,” he defends, as if he was a kid. though at the shove, he laughs. somehow youngho feels like he won that round and glances over at the other’s work when attention falls back onto it. “wow. i was trying to be all nice and sentimental,” he almost puffs his cheeks at the teasing. “nevermind. you’re right. i lovee chicken wings more,” he replies with a mocking tone. again harmless. with his arms crossed and his stare back on the monitor, youngho waits for the other to wrap up his work. “hurry up, grandpa.”

[erovsun]

xhiimera‌:

               “ wow– you’re quite the poet sometimes, you know? but yeah. i did stab you. “ he wasn’t going to deny that. “ you gonna write me a song about it? “ skye cracked a smile. humor was a coping mechanism. it made him come off as an asshole most of the time, since nothing pissed people off more than being smiled at while they were lashing out. but the humor was a shield to conceal just how damned vulnerable skye truly was. he could bullshit himself all he wanted about being invincible by going heartless. but he knew nothing could be further from the truth. skye’s heart twisted painfully. there was a lapse of emotions flickering across his face. the most evident ones being guilt and hurt. “ baby, no– don’t say that. this isn’t your fault. it’s mine. i just– “ he looked down at the knife, wishing silently that he was already dead by now. for once, the ghoul’s accelerated healing was working against him. “ i wish we could’ve met under different circumstances. maybe even a different lifetime. “ he didn’t believe in reincarnation or the afterlife or any of that shit. all he believed in was that once you died, you were meat to be devoured and/or decomposed. simple as that. but sometimes skye liked to childishly fantasize about neither of them being involved with crime and all this fucked up shit. just a couple that could be in love without the world trying to tear them apart. skye just wanted to wake up beside namsun, hold his hand while they walked through street markets, share cigarettes and drinks, and just be together. he was still all flippant attitude and sardonic smiles when he revealed the trademark ghoul eyes. at least, namsum wasn’t denying that he was a monster. and damn– when namsun struck him across the face, skye collapsed while laughing. it forced the knife out of his body. blood gushed out of his body. “ for what it’s worth– it was real to me. it still is. “ his heart was betraying himself by confessing truths he should’ve died with. skye looked up, blinking back tears. “ i love you. “ it had begun to rain. the blood was washing away, but skye was still bleeding. “ i’m sorry for breaking your heart. so for fuck’s sake, namsun– kill me. “

——         he fucking despises the defense mechanisms; the act of using humor to cover up his truth like namsun can’t fucking read skye. ( remember  ? when once upon a time, those orbs were all he looked at. ) but he ignores it, there wasn’t a point in clashing back. not when it’s one-sided. ... so why does he see the sudden guilt, the hurt. as if his words had some affect, because it shouldn’t. because skye didn’t love him, right? he stares. the response a dagger, stabbing him. “we could’ve met under different circumstances” namsun wants to cry. to punch skye again, to shut him up because that was so unfair! he wasn’t allowed to make such selfish wishes when he was what ended them, killed them. “i disagree. i believe this is how we were supposed to end,” the male responds. he believes in reincarnation. the stupidity of coming back, in another life, with faint memories of the past. “perhaps we were just never meant to be. hopefully in my next life i get to hurt you.” he squeezes his knuckles. the gentle sting from the punch reminding him how real their situation was. though his words were not honest. he wasn’t brave enough to hurt skye ... look at him now. as he feels the rain trickle, washing the crimson off his own hands, namsun moves a few steps to grab the fallen knife. the real him, huh? somehow he believes that. even with a ghoul standing before him-- not the soft, fragile skin of his lover, namsun believes it. but then come the next words and the male glances back. there’s a mocking scoff first because denial was easier because no, he shouldn’t have said that, because ... “love?” he repeats. he hates how it affects him. how those three messily words want him to go wrap arms around the other but he holds his position. “do you even know how to love?” he spits. it was now his defense mechanism: hiding his sorrow with anger was easier. “you don’t get it. i would have killed you by now. walked away with no regrets but ... i can’t.” he grips onto the handle of the knife, disgusted with himself. “because of this shitty love.”

[erovsun]

daysblooming‌:

           “well, we can’t be prepared for everything, can we?” he says, chuckling a tad bit. he stands up from the water, a wet hand running through wet hair for a moment. “are you still going to be saying that once i’m all pruned up?” he says, cracking a smirk. he swam over the edge of the pool where the other was, lifting his hand out of the water to jokingly grasp his ankle. “drown purposefully? isn’t that a little dramatic?” he says. “if anything i’ll just pull you in and wrap my arms around you so you can’t go under water.”

——           the other pokes his tongue out at the defense. it was true but he couldn’t have the other know that. “i’ll love you even when you’re pruned,” he teases, catching the smirk. though his sheepish replies were gone, whisked away, once he feels the grasp at his ankle. “what are you? a human shark?” he laughs, “or is that an excuse to just hug me?” either way, the male tries to free himself, shaking his leg with another laugh. 

[erovsun]

chaostheoriies‌:

As heavy foot steps ushered into the hallway, kaz had to think, for the second time, whether flowers were too much. a triviality he knew would never find its way into his arrangement with woori — and yet fingers wrap around the cellophane wrap around the stems a little harder at the thought. she never questioned when he came home in the early hours of the morning, or when he came back from closing the store smelling of perfume at the beginning of their so called marriage… would she question the flowers now ? “ for you, ” kaz mumbles lowly, “ thought they might brighten the place up. you never told me your favourites, though. ” in fact, he didn’t know any of her favourites — despite it being never too late to learn.

——           she’s lost; of words, of understanding. were they really for her? specially picked out and thought about ? woori did not understand. but the smell of those flowers, and they way they overpowered the air, ( instead of the perfumes she would never question ) it draws a smile on her face. “what’s the special occasion?” she asks, pushing buttons. she wants to know if he knows it was their anniversary; if he did pay attention to them. woori then reaches over to get a hold of the flowers, her smile in place as she takes a whiff. “they’re beautiful either way,” she replies. the female loved roses and orchids. the other’s choices were perfect. “thank you.”

[erovsun]

yestodcys‌:

   he stared down at the shorter male, his grip on his blade tightening. ‘  i don’t care if it’s going to get me anywhere or not !! mei is fighting for her life because some demon decided to attack her !!  ’ he yelled, the grief over his cousin’s injuries getting to him. ‘  get the fuck out of my way and let me cool off my anger otherwise i’ll kill you on the spot, don’t think that i won’t.   ’

——         although height was a disadvantage, zhun made it up in strength. he wasn’t about to back down, even being aware of the other’s anger. “i heard.” he responds, soft. it was unfortunate and the colton’s motive was reasonable; he would have gone on a rampage too but the consequences where there and that was a problem. “cool off your anger but don’t go on a killing spree,” he speaks. it was serious and demanding. “being careless could get you fucked up too.” the male ignores the comment about killing him, he wasn’t going to allow the other let anger cloud his judgement. 

[erovsun]

cnamity‌:

           ☆･*･｡* IT WAS MINOR WHICH is probably why the other didn’t know. it was being kept at bay, but of course nothing last long in the world they live in. ❝   i knew … something was going on. i was told it was nothing. clearly i was told wrong.  ❞  he replied. his own eyes shift down when he was told they were preparing for an attack and he knew his own gang would be too, no doubt. how was he suppose to take this; how was either of them. two lovers on opposite ends of the war; nothing good could come of it. his eyes darted back up at his last question.  ❝  are you seriously fucking asking me that ?  ❞   he asked back with a frown.  it wasn’t said, but it was kind of always there. the worry of what would happen if they gangs were against one another; what would happen if they were caught. 

——         as he listens, his frown deepens. the downfall was here. enemies before anything else, he again comes to understand the lengths of their future; it was an obvious result. who could kiss the enemy without consequences: not them. as the answer hits him, yeon pulls his hand away. unconsciously slips it from the warmth of siwon’s. right. who was he kidding? the other’s loyalty was with his gang, not to their undefined relationship. it made sense. “we might not see each other afterwards, at all.” yeon keeps going. he knows the outcome and it scares him. seeing siwon on the opposite stand, pretending like they never shared secret kisses under moonlights and ignoring each other’s presence ... yeon wasn’t ready for any of it. “we might have to fight each other, siwon.”  

[erovsun]

yestodcys‌:

   ‘   oh, that would be great, thank you,  ’ she smiled gently and ran her hand through her jet black hair. ‘  sorry, it’s a really weird request but i was trying to make some tea for myself and i love milk in my tea, i just don’t have any milk left from all the tea that i’ve had since i moved here.   ’   she felt weird not being around her friends at the institute but while they were all out trying to hunt the demon and find out how to end it, mei’s job was to look after this girl instead of being the bait like usual.

——           subin draws a smile, immediately. “no worries. i’m a huge tea person, so i get it.” there’s a chuckle and she moves from the door, giving room for the other to come in and make herself comfortable. “moved here?” the woman repeats. it made sense to why subin had yet interacted with the other, “ah! how do you like the place?” she decides to question as she heads down towards her kitchen.