무서워서 떨다.

JANG SEUNGYEON a.k.a. BYUL 20 / half-demon / volatile constructs / bomb maker / dancer at club vanguard / ▽ ▲ ● ○ ○

[fy-jangseungyeon]

[hyvl]

Drunken Texts/Calls {Sentence Starters}

TEXTS

text: dont no wut your talking bout not drukn

text: love u soooooooooooooooo much

text: lets go buy like 10 chickens k?

text: do u wanna eat cheese with me

text: walmart dont like me

text: i want a puppy. a big puppy.

text: i like your face. u have a nice face

text: m drunk. help me drinking this

text: i want baby like half dozen of babys

text: i loooobe u swetiee

text: i got like 5 pizza. i like pizza

text: u kno where my pants went? lol pants

text: thnk u 4 being hot

text: i wanna bite my nose. it keps moving away!

text: do u like fidh? fish? omg fish r prtty!

CALLS

"Where are you, babyyyyy? I wanna hug you!"

"Why are you single? You are soooo great."

"My friends want you to bring us alcohols!"

"Need a ... ride home. Have to pee."

"You are my best friend! Like, my BEST friend!"

"Where's the pizza? Are you a pizza person?"

"You look like a penguin. Penguins are soooo cute!"

"How many pineapples do YOU eat before you sleep?"

"Hehehehe! Buttons make silly noises when I touch them!"

"I have another bottle of the happy water. It's yummy."

"Come heeeeere! I wanna kiss you!"

"Come help me find my shirt. I think it flew away."

"Somebody stole my house! I cant find it today."

"I drew a kitty on the wall! Its so cuuuute."

"Do you have flowers? Cause I wanna go get some flowers!"

[blvck-messiah]

PSA;

If your muse wants to hit mine - do it. If your muse wants to yell at mine - do it. If your muse wants to kiss mine - do it. Never hold anything back. As long as you don’t kill my muse, anything goes. Never hold anything back with me.

 Because I won’t with you.

[dlwslrma-blog]

                                 tonight we’re getting freaky freaky yea                                                                                                   baby give me some give me give me some yea

REBLOG for a starter.

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[pcllvx-deactivated20151229]

..and @hyvl just got herself a taste of misfortune

          « WHAT THE FUCK are you doing here?!          WHO let you in my room?! »

[hyvl]

sitting cross-legged on his bed, she looks up at him with mirth glinting in her eyes -- and could even pass for innocence if not for the shit-eating grin on her small lips, "would you believe me if i told you that i climbed through the window?"

[fyeahclc-archive]

[solarkm]

                                         NOTHING MUCH, REALLY.                                          ↳ just your normal, average joe.                                               follow for a new friend x reblog for a starter!

[arcanexrain-deactivated20160610]

Changsun liked watching people. And by people he meant humans. They were eternally curious to him. Their actions both indecipherable and comical. Fortunately for him, owning a club meant getting to see all sorts of individuals come and go: men fruitlessly flirting with women, women dancing on the floor with either their dates, friends or strange men they wanted to bed, high school students with fake IDs. The last group was most entertaining. They would be let through to have fun and they would probably think they were so smart for getting those IDs in who knows what way, but it was always Changsun making sure they would pass the security guards. He knew everything. There was nothing more amusing than teenagers pretending they were grown ups and getting themselves into situations their frail, young minds could barely analyse.

However, his object of interest for this evening was neither of those groups. It was, surprisingly, a fairly rare occasion when a person entered the club feeling irked about something. They were not angry, no, far from that. Their emotion was much milder than that but Wrath could not miss it. The moment this person entered the large place, Changsun sniffed out the sentiment in the air and easily located the source. And much to his thrill, the woman was not human. He watched her the entire evening. He was seated in the back, playing with a small, stress ball with his one hand, a curious but at the same time cold grin at the corners of his lips. Who was she? What was she so irritated about? The questions itched him in just the right places and he could not help himself but want to find out. After a while of silent observing, he finally got up, fixed his hair, checked his breath and made his way through the crowd, sitting down on the bar stool next to the person. “You don’t seem to be having fun like everyone else,” he said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone, staring somewhere in front of himself.

[hyvl]

it's rare, that the halfie finds herself in a club yet unable to indulge, to lose herself into the music and the throngs of flailing limbs in their poor excuse of dancing, yet today is simply one of those days, one of those days when byul is actually -- surprise, surprise -- bored of the nightlife. it shouldn’t be surprising, though, given how her way of living is to chase after one thrill after the other, that even one of her favourite pastimes can feel lackluster sometimes. so it might have something to do with the fact that she just got bitched her way out of her workplace by the other dancers for ‘over-doing it’ and ‘grinding too much like a slut in heat’ (please, she was on fire and the crowd was loving it), but she’s trying not to think too much about it.

not because she’s offended, no, but because she’s frustrated by how close-minded the others are at times. while byul looks down on them, they’re good at dancing, and that’s one thing she can respect. maybe she expected too much out of those pesky humans.

although she usually belongs on the dance floor, tonight she is perched on a bar stool at a club that she’s been hearing so much about. partly, because people claim it to be one of the best in town. partly, because there were stories. his presence is strong. she felt it the moment she passed through those doors. for one demon (even if she’s only half) to identify another is not a difficult task, especially not when said other demon has the ability to overwhelm. byul didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know that he’s watching her, so when he comes to sit beside her on the stool that conveniently frees up, she had been expecting it. her eyes, like his, stay forward. she could see him just fine in her peripheral vision. “i’m not,” she stated, her tone matching his, picking up her glass of whiskey for a sip. her lips curl with bemusement behind the glass, “are you going to change that?”

[kgxljxkh-deactivated20160222]

Please reblog this if I can just jump into your ask with a starter/tag you in one without feeling worried that you won’t like it/feel annoyed by it. 

[hyvl]

byul ☢ au. semi-literate. half-demon. follow for follow. like for starter. inbox for plot. reblog for my gratitude.

[yovrbovs-deactivated20151027]

“True! But save some for me okay.” Grins as he slip inside the car as well, hooking his phone into the cable from the car stereo and gave it to her. “Pick a song, any song~” 

[hyvl]

“nope. all mine!” she sticks her tongue out at him just to be a little brat, kicking off her sandals so that she could bend her knees and prop them up against the glove compartment, clearly getting comfortable. taking his phone, she scrolls until she finds one that looks like it might sound good, tapping it with her thumb and commenting, “i don’t know any of your songs, dude.”

[vartouhix-archive-blog]

Vartouhi drummed her fingers against her forearms, over and over, as she kept her arms crossed tightly against her ribcage. Her eyes were darting around the room as the stranger approached, settling on the other when it finally clicked that the woman was indeed coming to her. The princess startled slightly, brows shooting up and eyes widening. Even though there was a distinct chatter filling the bar, her volume way surpassed the background noise. Vartouhi’s eyes lingered on the other’s flushed cheeks, and her lips pulled into a tight, small smile. 

“Ah, thank you, miss,” she answered, projecting just enough to be heard. As the woman’s hand made contact with her pink locks, she wrinkled her nose, tugging her smile wider as she shut her eyes for a moment. “B-but yours is much nicer-looking, believe me,” came her hasty addition. Her arms squeezed a bit tighter and closer to her body, a nervous laugh escaping her when she opened her eyes again. She did feel sympathy for the stranger, but at the same time, it was a bit difficult not to feel awkward with someone she doesn’t know touching her hair.

[hyvl]

the cambion is tactless, mostly for lack of worry about pissing people off, but she isn’t at all insensitive. (after all, it would be so much more difficult for her to toy with people if she didn’t understand the logistics behind emotions.) thus she isn’t blind to the fact that the stranger with pink hair isn’t quite that comfortable with her running her fingers through her hair. not that that really stopped her, for the only thing on her intoxicated mind right now is to figure out how it’s possible to have hair this light in colour yet this smooth. damn, this girl must have some sort of secret recipe for shampoos.

her hazy eyes attempted to focus on the other’s, a lazy grin stretching over her lips.·“mine?” her speech is heavy, a clear indication of her level of alcohol consumption,·“s’nothing compared to yours. pink! not erryone can pull’it off.” she gives a couple of eager nods. she’s going to strangle her colleague tomorrow-- how could he possibly consider it a good idea to let her have that much to drink while she’s on the job?

[yovrbovs-deactivated20151027]

“Are you coming or what, you agreed to a roadtrip!”

[hyvl]

it’s likely ironic for her to be saying this, but she calls out, “patience is a virtue, mr. barnes,” anyway, laughing as she does so. when byul does slide into the passenger seat, she simultaneously twists around to set down two packs of beer onto the back seats, “what’s a road trip without beer, right?”

[cspvr-deactivated20160521]

"I was looking everywhere for you."

“I was at home, my bad.”

[hyvl]

“my bad?” she mimics along with an uneven laugh. byul’s feathers are practically impossible to ruffle, but there’s something about him that irritates her. he is too human and she shouldn’t have to care but-- “they told me that you’re dead in some alley.”

[astralarchived]

but what about angsty otp AUs

[emcgregor-deactivated20220904]

xxfangirlonfirexx:

“hey so i kind of made this deal to save you and you just need to let me go and let me do this i promised you i wouldn’t let you get hurt i intend to keep that promise now let me go” “where are you going” “i gave myself over to our enemy” au

or alternatively “who are you” “so this is gonna sound really weird right now but i made a deal to save your life but at the cost of all of your memories of us together and i’m acting like i’m not bothered but i’m dying inside” au

“hey how are you doing it’s been a while hasn’t it. yeah i guess i’m good but nothing’s really been the same since the accident. i started talking to myself a lot lately and waiting for responses because i’ve been so used to you being there but now you’re dead and oh look i’m crying over your grave” au

“we’re in the middle of battle right now what are you doing. oh no what are you—HOE DON’T DO IT” “[takes hit meant for other person]” “oh my God” au

“don’t die on me oh God please don’t die on me stay with me look at me look at me i’m right here you’re gonna be fine oh God please don’t die on me i s2g if you die i’ll kill you” au

“i’ve finally rescued you from that science lab that those scientists brought you to after they kidnapped you and oh God what have they done to you” au

“why are you looking at me like that. come on, i love you, you know that—oh, why are you pointing that gun/sword/knife/blaster/etc. at me. put it…put it down nice and gently. i love you, please don’t do this. put it down. you’re not in you’re right mind, they’re controlling you, pLEASE DON’T KILL ME. I LOVE YOU. COME ON, PLEASE PUT IT DOWN YOU’RE SCARING ME THIS ISN’T YOU YOU’RE UNDER MIND CONTROL” au

“i made a deal to save your life and we can never be with each other ever again or else the person i made the deal with is going to kill one of us and make the other watch i’m so sorry it was the only way” au

“i died and came back and now i get to relive my last day with you knowing i’m going to die and you know nothing and i can’t prevent this and you’re just so happy i’m here you have no idea what just happened and your heart is going to be crushed all over again” au

“i have to tell you something really important if i don’t tell you now i will never get the chance. i lo—” [explosion] au

“you died like two years ago and i’ve been grieving your death and all of a sudden you’re standing in the middle of my living room telling me you’re a ghost that never moved on and you had nowhere to go and found me again well hi i missed you oh oops i’m crying” au

“I THOUGHT YOU’VE BEEN DEAD. FOR TEN YEARS. WHY ARE YOU ON MY FRONT DOORSTEP. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CRY LIKE THIS I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU AND WHY DID YOU EVEN LEAVE IN THE FIRST PLACE” au

“so i’m in this gang/cult/etc and i was told to bring you to them because they had ‘unfinished business’ to take care of and i didn’t realize that they wanted to kill you and i kind of really like you and now i have no idea what to do i just really need to get you out of here and then we need to like flee the state because then they’ll be looking for both of us and they’ll kind of want to kill both of us” au

“so we’re kind of the head royals of this kingdom and rebels just stormed the castle and oh look at that you’re dying and i’m crying” au

“you were assigned to kill me and then we kind of fell for each other but your boss found us out and if you don’t kill me right now he’s going to kill your family oh God just please kill me stop crying just save your damn family” au

“i’m immortal you’re mortal and we kind of fell for each other but this is gonna get real complicated when you’re 80 and i’m still a young adult because well i’m not sure how to say this but you do realize you’ll age and die and i’ll be left alone again right” au

“so i guess some guy from the future came and he told me that you’re responsible for the apocalypse and if there’s any hope for humanity it rests on me and i have to kill you please don’t hate me for this” au

[hyvl]

@vartouhix·

despite the fact that byul does not often give a shit about what people think of her, the fact that she's the type of girl that could slide herself onto a stranger's lap with no problem whatsoever, she is, surprisingly, not someone that often starts conversations with people on the street for no reason. after all, it is much easier for her to end up talking to some despicable human, than the much more preferred supernatural beings of whatever and whomever.

tonight, however, she finds herself stopping in front of a girl around her height and commenting on the colour of her hair, a topic as awkward as the age old topic of weather, "your hair is gorgeous! fuck, it's pink!" yes, captain obvious. but after the four consecutive bottles of soju, mixed with some beer and some makgeolli and some whiskey in between, it seemed perfectly reasonable to her for her to stand before this stranger and try to touch her hair.

[hyvl]

@scarletxaya·

it’s the last thing she expects, the speeding cyclist that rounds the corner and heads for her straight from the right.

call it a quick reflex or luck, byul manages somehow not to walk straight into its path, leaping backwards (and nearly losing a shoe) with an instinctive cuss. unfortunately, that’s the extent of her luck. that, and because she doesn’t have eyes on the back of her head, no, none hidden behind her dull ruby hair, causes her to fall straight back into someone: man, woman, she isn’t sure, knowing only that whatever it is behind her must be human, if the limbs she could feel jabbing against her back is any indication at all. needless to say, she swears again, louder this time.