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GUIDELINES game muses: semi-au, NOT spoiler free multi-muse ; multi ship ; multiverse semi-selective roleplayer so you're a tough guy like it really rough guy just can't get enough guy chest always so puffed guy i'm that B A D T Y P E make your mama sad type make your girlfriend m a d tight might seduce your dad type i'm the bad guy, duh Time : EST: May 2015 | penned by noons

[jamaaisvu]

Going on indefinite hiatus here, it time to split from this blog for a while. Some will be told about where I'll end up, others not so much.. I tried with some of you, I really did but most of you used my kindness, some trashed my name. I plan to stick to a certain community after this and maybe one of these days ill come back here.

For now, so long. I'll be around, I'll be checking in on my friends from another highly selective area.

[nemessisjournal]

[yomadamee-blog]

[jamaaisvu]

             Figures   slide   away   from   each   in   a   perspiring   and   sticky   mess,   pants   are   only   audible   in   the   darkroom.   Dropping   to   the   bed   next   to   his   partner’s   side   he   let   out   a   felicitous   exhale,   “It’s   fucking   hot…”   He   whispers   an   arm   covering   his   eyes   momentarily   to   shield   it   from   the   threatening   sweat.   

            Seungjun   simply   agrees,   with   the   nights   enhancing   a   more   humid   feel   it   was   difficult   to   stay   satisfied   in   the   house   with   a   busted   air   conditioner;   he   practically   feels   if   he   converses   he’ll   dissolve   into   a   puddle   of   sweat.   He   shifts   realizing   the   layers   beneath   him   are   soggy   from   their   prior   ventures,   letting   out   a   cry   of   frustration   he   shrugs   himself   back   down   into   his   mattress.   “I’ll   have   to   call   them   tomorrow,”   he   murmured,   “aren’t   you   supposed   to   be   used   to   the   temperature?”   

            “I   mean,   yeah?”   Brows   groove   under   his   arm,   “I’m   in   a   form   that   overheats   like   the   rest   of   this   world,   unfortunately,   I   still   have   human   attributes.”   There’s   a   soft   confirmation   from   Jun,   “There’s   a   downside   to   everything   for   everyone.”   Blue   orbs   shift   to   look   at   the   alarm   clock   on   the   others   nightstand,   it’s   nearing   two   o’clock.   “Come   on,   let’s   take   a   shower,   and   instead   of   enduring   the   night   here;   you   can   come   back   to   my   place.”   

            There’s   no   room   for   further   discussion,   Jun   moved   as   quickly   as   his   overheated   form   would   let   him.   “Deal.”   He   was   sold,   to   him   Lucifer’s   bed   was   cozy,   inviting,   and   smelt   nice;   home.   Oddly   enough   thinking   about   it   made   him   hesitate   as   he   reached   for   the   lights,   home,   that   didn’t   come   out   right.   Fox-like   eyes   squinted,   taking   a   moment   to   actually   think   -   but   nothing   more   would   come   to   mind.   Home.   Flicking   on   the   light   he   turns   to   look   at   his   exposed   partner,   admiring   him   only   to   stop   once   their   eyes   meet.   

                                                                  “What?”   

            “Can   a   guy   not   admire   what   is   in   front   of   him?”   Humming   a   grin   slipped   across   his   face,   “I   relish   in   the   fact   that   the   King   of   Hell   takes   pleasures   in   sharing   a   bed.”   Opening   the   door   to   his   bathroom   he   holds   up   towels,   “Quickly   now,   I   yearn   for   central   air.”   Closing   his   eyes   his   head   lulls   back   in   a   silent   want,   only   opening   again   when   the   creak   of   his   bed   frame   to   ensure   Lucifer   was   moving   and   getting   ready.   

            “I   feel   like   you're   using   me   for   my   central   air   now.”      He   joked,   playfully   nudging   Jun   away   from   the   bathroom   door.   

            “Nah,   I'm   definitely   using   you   for   your   bad   habits   and   –”   The   door   shutting   in   his   face   cuts   him   off,   his   own   brows   knit   together   opening   it   to   glare   at   the   other,   “I   was   talking.”   

            “I   know.”   Lucifer's   smug   grin   stirs   a   pit   of   anger   in   his   stomach,   yet   it   calms   as   the   icy   hues   land   on   him;   sending   a   chill   over   his   skin   he   shivers.   “I   fucking   hate   you.”   

                                                                                 —             Their   shower   lasted   long   enough   for   them   to   wash   up,   somewhat   cool   off   and   be   on   their   way.   Jun   still   agitated   with   Lucifers’   playful   nature   lagged   behind   the   slender   King,   arms   crossed,   eyes   trained   on   the   back   of   his   dark   wife-beater.   It’s   hard   to   remain   angry   at   the   other,   again   he   admired   the   males’   stature   -   Lucifer   was   an   angel   at   one   point,   it   would   be   hard   to   be   an   ugly   creäture   if   you   were   once   a   ‘beautiful’   angel.   Right?   Orbs   took   in   the   sight   of   the   Leviathan   cross   and   the   inverted   cross   on   his   inner   bicep,   all   of   them   were   covered   -   modest.   Snorting   to   himself   he   shook   his   head,   Lucifer   was   modest   on   the   outside.   Dressing   in   dress   clothes   most   days,   hair   was   pristine,   tattoos   covered   or   in   places   they’d   never   be   noticed   to   the   public   eye.   

            “If   you   stare   any   harder   I   may   actually   go   to   back   to   hell,   you   still   mad?”   He   barely   glances   over   his   shoulder,   his   side   profile   being   noticeable   with   damp   air   covering   his   shoulders.   Fingers   thread   through   the   blonde   waves,   pushing   it   back   with   a   hum.           “No,   just   thinking.”   Jun   moved   to   walk   at   a   quicker   pace,   gazing   at   the   other.   

                                                                        “About?”               “You.   You’ve   been   around   for   years,   why   are   you   so   modest   for   being   Lucifer?”   Genuine   question,   had   anyone   else   noted   this?   He   was   the   literal   epitome   of   sin,   yet   he   was   modest.   “You   embody   sin   to   everyone   and   you   wear   a   blazer   and   dress   pants,   why?”   “What   were   you   expecting?”   He   questioned   with   a   laugh,   “A   fuck   boy?”   Juns   brow   quirk   answered   his   question,   “Sure,   I   get   it.   If   I   gave   off   that   appearance   of   a   fuck   boy   more   people   would   be   inclined   to   believe   I   was   someone   to   feared,   distrusted,   or   a   troublemaker.”                         A   nod   came   from   the   other,   “So   you   purposely   deceive   people?”   

            “Have   I   deceived   you?”   The   question   stopped   Jun   in   his   tracks,   Lucifer   turns   to   gaze   at   him.   

            “Actually   no…”   It   was   odd   he   hadn’t   actually   thought   about   it,   “But   you   do   other   people   right?”   

            “To   an   extent,   I   do   enjoy   the   feeling   of   these   clothes.   They   are   snug,   professional,   and   look   nice.   Don’t   you   agree?”   Holding   up   his   blazer   and   dress   shirt   he   smiled.   “I   suppose   you   are   right,   I   do   enjoy   this   tank   top   look   though.   Your   arms   deserve   more   spotlight…”   Digits   reach   others   to   squeeze   at   the   warm   skin,   aside   from   his   eyes   and   hair   –   Lucifers   arms   were   his   next   favorite   feature.   He   was   slender   with   muscle   where   it   mattered,   Juns   gaze   dropped   to   his   thighs.   Nope,   that   was   a   subject   for   another   day.                             Lucifer   chuckled,   shaking   his   head.   “Any   other   questions   or   concerns?”   

            “Actually   yeah,”   this   next   question   often   bothered   Jun   not   on   a   personal   level   but   on   a   worried   level,   “why   when   you   talk   about   relationshi–”   

                                          “Pass.”   A   hand   rose   and   he   shook   his   head.   

            “No,   why   do   you   do   that?”   A   finger   jutted   towards   Lucifer,   “Why   is   it   difficult   for   you   to   actually   talk   about   that?”               He   can   see   dark   brows   furrowing,   “Because   I’m   not   the   type   for   relationships,”   raising   his   shoulders   he   shook   his   head.   “Do   you   honestly   see   me,   Lucifer,   Satan   in   a   relationship?”   Jun   nodded,   “Actually,   yes.”   The   elders’   nose   wrinkled,   “No.”   

            They   continued   to   walk   in   silence,   Jun   contemplated   what   to   say   next   -   unsure   of   how   far   he’d   actually   want   to   push   him.   Lips   rolled   together,   yet   again,   he   always   pushed   Lucifer's   buttons;   was   this   any   different?                              “Who   hurt   you?”   The   question   slipped   out   almost   in   a   whisper.   

            “What?”   The   annoyance   had   transferred   to   Lucifer,   a   common   thing   they   did   to   each   other.

            “I   said,   who   fucking   hurt   you?   Why   are   you   so   closed   off   towards   the   world   of   relationships?”   

            “Why   are   you   inquiring   so   much   about   it   Jun?”   His   head   shifted   off   to   the   side   his   body   turned   toward   his   partner   in   a   full   stop.   “Why   do   you   want   to   know   about   this,   it   doesn’t   matter.   What   is   there   to   take   away   from   this?”   

            Juns   eyes   scanned   his   surroundings,   searching   for   a   question   or   answer;   something.   “I   just–   you’re   literally   one   of   my   closest   friends   and   I’m   trying   to   figure   out   why   it   doesn’t   matter   to   you!   Is   that   so   wrong?”   His   head   shook   with   his   question,   “Its   pretty   evident   someone   hurt   you   enough   you   are   so   agitated   that   you   can’t   even   fathom   to   listen   to   a   damn   question.”   

            Again   silence   enveloped   them,   “I’m   not   built   for   lovin’.”   Eyes   looked   past   Jun,   avoiding   any   type   of   encounter   he   could   have.   “I’m   not   built   to   care   for   people   in   that   regard.”   

            “The   truth,   Lucifer.”   Eyes   bore   into   his   companions’   face,   “Stop   deflecting   it.”   

            A   long   sigh   escaped   the   king,   “Fuck…   Okay.”   There   wasn’t   any   getting   out   of   this,   Jun   was   persistent   and   he   knew   if   he   didn’t   answer   he’d   be   hounded   for   the   rest   of   his   immortal   life.   “I   just   –   fuck.   I   fall   for   the   wrong   individuals   or   maybe   it’s   just   HIM   fucking   with   me.”   Lucifer   vaguely   motions   towards   the   sky,   “They   die   and   are   sorted   off   to   other   realms   that   aren’t   my   realm,   what’s   the   point   if   everyone   either   dies   or   casts   me   out?”   Blue   hues   locked   on   Juns,   “Its   an   illusion   that   the   humans   made   to   feel   good,   it’s   not   necessary.   I   tried,   I   didn’t   enjoy   it.   So   again,   what’s   the   point.   It’s   all   temporary   so   it   doesn’t   matter.”   

            There   it   was,   the   heartbreak,   the   letdown.   Jun   nodded,   “Thank   you.”   Dark   orbs   gazed   at   his   friend,   “There’s   a   downside   to   everything   for   everyone.”   He   repeated   to   Lucifer,   the   words   had   been   spoken   earlier   by   Lucifer   himself.                                                                  “Yeah…   There   is...”  

                                                                             @ofkngs！

[shinothee]

[jamaaisvu]

                 It   wasn’t   regularly   that   Six   allowed   people   to   get   close,   he   had   a   low   number   of   three   individuals   he   called   friends;   and   then   there   was   Yukwon.   Yukwon   was   someone   he’d   call   a   friend   but   also   held   at   an   arm’s-length,   for   his   own   security.   The   tiny   beast   wasn’t   someone   who   developed   feelings   often   but   when   he   did   he   was   unconditional,   gruff   but   impeccable.   Since   the   evening   the   male   showed   up   at   the   club   and   they   conversed   drunkenly   amongst   themselves,   he   noticed   a   glimmer   of   anticipation   every   time   he   went   to   work   and   a   sense   of   dread   when   he   didn’t   arrive.   

               Numbers   had   been   traded   and   a   teenage   hope   in   each   ding   that   maybe   Yukwon   was   the   first   to   message.   Pathetic,   he   knew.   Reduced   to   nothing   more   than   a   capricious   child,   rolling   in   bed   when   a   goodnight   text   followed.   

                                                                    Arm’s   length.

                                       He   continuously   reminded   himself,   arm’s   length.   

               Lucifer   often   sought   after   Six’s   motives   with   Yukwon,   perhaps   the   Devil   truly   cared   –   or   maybe   he   wanted   something   to   blackmail   him   with.   A   sigh,   a   roll,   and   a   click   to   turn   the   screen   off   his   phone.   Indestructible   lizard,   sure.   However,   he   was   faulty.   Emotions   weren’t   supposed   to   be   attached   to   him,   he   was   deemed   to   be   feared.   Another   sigh,   followed   by   a   grunt   -   “Fuck   me…”   Brided   digits   covered   his   orbs   and   attempted   to   wish   away   whatever   it   was   that   made   him   hope   that   there   were   more   interactions   with   the   other.   

                                                                         Ding!   

              The   device   was   in   his   hand   faster   than   light,   eyes   scanned   the   lock   screen   :   Yukwon   with   a   crown   emoji   settled   next   to   it.   ‘Wait   a   few   seconds   before   opening   it,   it   would   make   him   seem   suspicious   if   he   opened   it   quickly;   right?’   

                                                                   1.   

                                                                             2.

                                                                                        3.      

              Fuck   it.   Opening   it   he   tilted   his   head   to   the   side   and   shifted   to   sit   up,   the   message   simply   said,   ‘ Can’t   Sleep ’   with   a   location   marker   under   it.   Another   message   came   in,   with   two   more   words   ‘ Meet   me? ’.   Six   sent   a   thumbs   up   and   set   his   phone   on   the   charger   as   he   shuffled   around   his   room   to   find   something   to   wear,   his   body   ached   from   work;   muscles   screamed   and   fingers   still   stung.   No   matter   how   long   he   had   been   doing   this   job   his   body   still   throbbed,   Hanbins   words   echoed   in   his   head   ‘ pain   is   a   sign   of   weakness   leaving ’.   Shrugging   on   a   grey   tank   and   a   leather   jacket   he   looked   around   for   better   pants,   hopefully,   it   wasn’t   too   hot   out.   

                                                                              —   

             Eyes   studied   the   grassy   plane,   Han   River   was   a   go-to   for   most   people   who   couldn’t   sleep.   In   fact,   he   and   Hanbin   visited   the   area   after   work   or   even   when   they   just   needed   a   breather   from   Lucifer   and   his   antics.   

                               “Six!”   

             Hazel   hues   turned   to   look   at   his   friend,   “Yo.”   He   seemed   tired,   almost   as   if   he   hadn’t   slept   in   a   few   days.   “What’s   going   on?”   Brows   rose   in   concern,   yet,   he   remained   silent   -   hoping   maybe   the   other   would   speak   about   it   himself.   If   there   was   one   thing   he   learned   about   people,   it   was   to   let   things   naturally   come   out;   pushing   matters   could   only   make   it   worse.   Yukwin’s   quiet   behavior   wasn’t   anything   out   of   nature   but   the   bags   under   his   eyes   spoke   volumes.   “Its   been   a   while   since   we   saw   each   other…”   

            “Yeah,   work   has   picked   up   again.”   His   voice   was   quiet,   reserved.   Six   now   chalked   up   his   tired   state   to   work,   perhaps   he   was   much   like   his   household.   Fatigued   and   overworked.   Yet,   something   continued   to   nag   at   the   back   of   his   brain,   not   accurate.   No   matter   how   much   he   wanted   to   believe   it.   There   wasn’t   going   to   be   away   around   it,   the   question   would   inevitably   be   asked.   

           “Thank   you   for   coming,”   he   uttered,   “I   couldn’t   be   alone   tonight.”   Orbs   caught   Six’s   gaze,   a   smile   was   flickered   and   dissolved.   

           Holding   a   hand   out   for   the   other   to   walk   ahead   towards   the   river   he   pondered   what   to   say   to   him,   “Is   everything   okay?”   Six   inquired,   “You   look   tired…”   

           “I’m   perpetually   tired.”   A   chuckle   was   heard,   “Sleep   comes   very   few   and   far   between.”   

           “Oh…”   He   must   have   sounded   perplexed,   his   companion   turned   and   shrugged;   “I   promise   there   is   nothing   more   than   usual   going   on.   We   regularly   meet   at   the   club,   it’s   dark,   and   very   little   is   shown.”   A   hand   stretched   out,   tussling   the   others’   blonde   hair.   “Don’t   worry   too   much   Six,   you’ll   get   frown   lines.”   

         “I   already   have   frown   lines…   I   think.”   Fingers   felt   around   his   face,   scowling.   “Much   to   my   amazement   I   don’t,   so   nevermind.”   Shoulders   lifted,   “But   pet   my   head   again   and   I’ll   snap   your   wrist.”   Legs   led   him   down   the   hill   towards   the   river,   leaving   behind   a   snickering   Yukwon.   “You’re   much   too   compact   to   NOT   pat,   you’ll   have   to   give   my   tired   ass   a   pass   here   and   there.   There’s   something   gratifying   about   beating   the   odds   of   getting   my   wrist   broke.”   

         “Yeah,   yeah.   Mock   my   stature   but   I   can   still   beat   your   ass.”   Digits   quickly   fixed   his   hair   as   he   grinned   to   himself,   “There   has   to   be   some   type   of   vendor   open   right,   I’m   fucking   starving…”      

         “I   was   told   not   to   feed   Gremlins   after   midnight.”   Another   laugh   erupted   from   Yukwons   chest.   

         “I   swear   to   Lucifer   if   you   called   me   out   here   to   make   fun   of   my   height   I   will   end   you.”      Spinning   around   on   his   heels   he   glared   at   Yukwon.   “Alright,   alright.   That   was   the   last   one   for   now.”   Six   shook   his   head,   “No,   not   for   now.   It   stops. PERIOD.”   Hazel   hues   squinted,   “Fine,   fine   -   but   what   do   we   do   when   a   vendor   says   your   my   son?”   Hand   defensively   rose   to   his   chest   and   face,   “I’ll   let   that   one   pass,   you   are   basically   saying   I   look   young.”   

                                                    “Oh,   so   there   are   exceptions? ”   

                                                          “Don’t   F U C K I N G push   it!”

                                                                            @ofkngs！

[jamaaisvu]

im here to get my mind off things too much has been happening on my end and not enough time has been put into here. im going to do something that i have bee promising my friend @ofkngs first. then later try to get to other things.

discord is going to be deleted and redone and given to a select few people, i will not be posting my discord publically anymore and will require people to send me their discards for now on. i hope everyone understands. 

[jamaaisvu]

I wanna formally say thank you to the following

@hxghlysuspect / @cvntagiious / @truedeaths / @taka-oneokrock / @iseonew / @absque-nocte

You guys were quick to stand up for me and make me feel better and loved yesterday, the anon I answered is someone I have been dealing with for a little under 3 years now maybe 4. I don't like airing out my dirty laundry and honestly if I had their at id warn people who were close to me and even those who'd listen... This person is the person to infiltrate tour friend group and explode it from within, then when called out they create scenarios where your character wasn't the best or not seen in a good light. They will twist your words, create different problems to make you seem as though you didn't try hard enough to help them or their character...

This person has been upset with me since my character refused their character advances, they made me and my muse out to be people who enforce following through with suicide. Never once have I encouraged that type of behavior and never would I. My character never abandoned their character and had given theirs everything they asked for if it was obtainable. Ever since my character denied theirs and I agreed that my mind had been made they have harassed me and my character.

They have sent me anons here, but their IP has never been recorded leading me to believe they follow me or have friends following me. All of their discords say moved or gone, i have blocked those as well. Thinking I need to make a new discord, just in case.

I just want everyone to know this isn't an isolated incident, that it's been something I have dealt with. I ignore as much as I can but after the two deaths, one critical condition and fracturing my toe - it was too much for me.

[jamaaisvu]

No one actually wants to start a thread with you, you're gone all the time and those you do plot with aren't interested in the one sided threads. Why are you still trying we have talked about this,you're friends are gone and here you are still trying

Why are things like this necessary?

Why tear down someones want to be here, to interact with other people? I don't fucking understand, these anons are the reason I don't want to be here and even then if I turn off anon you guys message me on discord somehow. I can't get away from you guys, I can't be here in peace without you guys harassing my every move.

What is you're endgame? What are you trying to achieve by sending me anons here and messages on discord? You're foul, you're disgusting, and what you're doing is a mistake. Please leave me alone, I get that all of my friends are gone from here - starting hit new with others on Tumblr is hard enough without you and your friends messaging me shitty stuff.

I never wander these but this time it has struck a nerve, I just want to get away from what's going on in my life right now but I have to deal with your bullying and harassment.

Please just leave me alone...

[monarchofmurder]

[jamaaisvu]

╰ ✧ XINGCHEN : ┊ →  alloycoded‌:

Xingchen can’t help the smile that blooms across his features, only for it to become a full blown grin. Laughter bubbles, and he shakes his head. 

“I suppose it could be worse.” Bit of a tease evident in the tone of his voice, especially because he didn’t actually mind. If anything, he would have stayed if necessary just to let him sleep a while longer, or for as long as he needed. Sore neck in the morning could easily be dealt with, but a pillow tucked under their heads sounded much more comfortable and convenient. Except amusement and attention temporarily averts when Seren came close, who is always a welcomed guest in his home. And truly, Xingchen feels a bit of relief when he agrees to stay the night. Having him leave at such odd hours in the night, in weather that was anything but pleasant… it wouldn’t have sat well with him. 

“I’m not sure… a good while, I assume.” In case he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep after being stirred awake, Xingchen took the liberty of letting him sleep a little while longer. It’s not as though the position was actually uncomfortable. 

Hum follows the question, knowing the only way to get the answer now was to have his phone state it out loud. A phone that was in dire need of charge, and he supposes it didn’t quite matter. No need to startle him, if it’s truly become too late. “I’m guessing it’s long past midnight.” Seemed about right, felt about right… but that may just be prompted due to how tired he felt. “Come on, let me show you the bedroom before my shoulder suffers the consequences.” Once more, mere jest, voice remaining soft with the hints of a lingering smile. Standing, he extends a hand. Reaching over, brushing his fingers over the other’s wrist as the indication to follow him. “You can have my room, obviously.” It’s a bit easier to maneuver than the rest of his apartment. Less chances of bumping his hip into something when he first wakes - and since Xingchen is used to the layout of his place, he figures it’s fair. 

Spending the night on the couch isn’t bad, and it’s not as though he’d make a friend of his take the couch, regardless. “It gets a bit warm in here.” A bit of a warning, an apologetic tone as he opens the bedroom door, letting it remain open. 

And just as he had expected, it’s a bit warmer in this room than the rest of his place. Albeit not an uncomfortable temperature, it’s rather comfortable considering how cold it has become outside. Okay, good. “Bed is directly in front of you.” Through the door, continue forward - and there it was. An easy enough outline, keeping it centered so that he could easily outline the rest of the room accordingly. “And the nightstand is to the left, if you need to charge your phone or… need to get up, just be careful with it.” He can almost recall all the times he’s ended running into it, or catching his ankle against it when he first got it and set it where it currently stands. A pause, as though he’s trying to remember something, and suddenly he makes a sound of realization as he starts moving around once more, heading across the room towards his drawer. “Do you want a change of clothes to sleep in? If you do, I have extras.” 

                    “THANK   YOU   ANYWAYS .”   IT   was   a   genuine   thank   you ,   he   was   pleased   with   Xingchen   and   his   hospitality .   The   man   had   never   shown   him   any   ill   intentions ,   nothing   but   sweet   gestures .   Letting   him   sleep   only   proved   it   further ,   had   he   been   closer   to   the   window   he   would   know   the   estimate   of   time .   “It’s   not   every   day   I   feel   well-rested ,   even   in   a   small   time   frame   of   sleep .”   He   chuckled   with   his   friend ,   “My   head   isn’t   that   heavy ,   my   body   doesn’t   even   weigh   that   much .   I   assure   you   if   we   stay   here   your   arm   will   survive .”  

                 TAKING   HIS   HAND   HE   followed   silently ,   listening   to   the   other .   “I   have   no   problem   with   warmth ,   Seren   might   but   she   knows   how   to   cope .”   Killian   was   proud   of   his   service   dog ,   she   dealt   with   a   lot   from   him .   Part   of   him   was   thankful   she   wasn’t   a   person ,   the   embarrassing   stories   she   could   tell   or   even   blackmail   him   with .  

                  “WHERE   WILL   YOU   SLEEP ?”   Brows   rose   in   worry ,   personally ,   he   didn’t   want   to   feel   as   though   he   burdened   the   other   into   a   guest   room   or   worse   the   couch .   He   nearly   cringed   at   the   thought ,   “If   its   the   couch   I   would   prefer   the   floor .”   His   nose   wrinkled   his   frown ,   “Couches   are   uncomfortable   and   small .”   Killian   couldn’t   even   count   how   many   times   he   had   injured   himself   sleeping   on   the   couch   only   to   wake   up   thinking   he   was   in   his   bed .   His   upper   leg   had   marks   to   prove   his   clumsiness ,   hands   brushed   over   the   bed   to   find   seating .   “Comfier   clothes   do   sound   pretty   nice…”   Shifting   his   leg   he   slightly   grimaced   at   the   thought   of   sleeping   in   denim   again ,   most   importantly   under   a   sheet .   “Yeah ,   that   would   be   nice .   Thank   you .”  

[jamaaisvu]

╰ ✧ HWAWOL : ┊ → aeqvoreal‌:

❛  I AM HARDLY EVERY WRONG. ❜ One did not live for such a long time without acquiring some knowledge, after all. She was proud of each of the tails she had obtained, though most of them were in captivity. She still feels herself as wordly, though her knowledge might be ancient – she had lived through things that these mortals could ever dream of! 

Yet there was something a little off putting about this male who stands nearest to her as honey colored eye cast a glance over her shoulder and she thinks she’ll be craftier when she comes back that night. It won’t be so hard to get it when there is no one around to suspect her. ❛  What other reason should I want it other than I do? It is pretty and it shines nicely in the light….I’ve never seen such a jewel. ❜ Though it was clear, not as interesting as the rubies and emeralds she had seen in her youth, there was something dazzling about the way those lights hit it and the colors looked almost multi-faceted while filtering through. 

❛  Everything is overpriced – humans put such a value on things that make no sense. Sure, it is interesting to look at but sapphires are much more interesting. ❜  She says with a soft puff of her cheeks, cutting eyes up to this companion. ❛  What did you want jewels for? ❜ 

                             Narcissist .   

                   That   was   his   first   impression .   No ,   it   wasn’t   a   thing   he   disliked   –   in   fact ,   quite   the   opposite .   It   only   meant   she   was   confident   in   what   she   said ,   did ,   and   held   herself .   He   himself   was   a   narcissist ;   almost   unapologetically .   Gilead   took   in   her   appearance   once   again ,   being   sure   to   remember   her   face   for   future   reference ;   a   pretty   face   that   appeared   to   be   young   though   something   nagged   at   him   that   it   wasn’t   the   case .   It   occurred   that   perhaps   that   she   was   dressed   in   such   impoverished   clothing   for   a   reason ,   she   could   be   a   young   social   elite   –   though   she   hadn’t   taken   the   diamonds   yet .   It   seemed   something   was   off .   

                 “I   can   see .”   He   murmured .   “I   imagine   you   to   be   the   type   to   know   a   thing   or   two   about   many   things .”      

                 Gilead’s   index   jutted   outward   toward   the   necklace ,   “If   I’m   not   mistaken ,   the   necklace   you   were   looking   at   is   a   Swarovski   Diamond   necklace .   It   is   sought   after   for   its   immaculate   shine .   They   are   in   fact   not   a   diamond   but   referred   to   as   a   Stimulant   and   even   diamond   imitations .”      His   head   shifted   off   to   the   side ,   “Human   created   to   be   unreachable   but   to   those   who   are   rich ,   just   as   fake   as   the   celebrities   of   America .”   A   jab ,   he   knew   it   but   most   would   agree .   “I   only   ask   what   you   would   wear   it   for   cause   I   can   certainly   tell   you   it   would   look   far   too   flashy   against   the   clothing   you   wear   now ,   an   easy   target .”   Shoulders   rose   and   fell ,   who   was   he   to   make   a   judgment   on   her   safety .   

                “I   one   hundred   percent   agree ,   living   is   overpriced ,   surviving   is   overpriced   and   basic   needs   are   overpriced .   I   dunno   how   any   of   them   can   be   happy   with   surviving   like   this .   What   happened   to   the   days   of   trading   goods   for   goods ,   not   trading   goods   for   money .”   If   anything   showed   his   age ,   it   was   definitely   his   longing   for   old   times .   “I   come   to   see   if   there   is   anything   I   should   add   to   my   collection ,   I   have   an   unhealthy   obsession   with   fine   rings   and   jewels .”   His   lips   pulled   to   the   side ,   debating   on   admitting   that   he   himself   had   a   Swarovski   watch   ;   “Knowing   that   the   necklace   you   have   eyed   is   a   fake   diamond ,   would   you   still   purchase   it ? ”   

[jamaaisvu]

hi guys im here, my family is still mourning the death of my partners aunt - and now getting ready to mourn his cousin. his family has always had bad luck when it came to deaths; when people pass away in our family we say they go in threes cause nine times out of ten they do truly go in threes. we are hoping this is just a two. now that i have my laptop back im going to try and get some replies drafted, sorry its taken so long. 

i do want to thank those who have messaged me and checked on me, im sorry for my emotional post last week. thank you guys for everything really. 

[jamaaisvu]

╰ ✧ MINHWAN  : ┊ →   aeqvoreal‌:

ONE OF HIS PROFESSORS ALWAYS TOLD HIM THAT EVERYTHING BEFORE THE BUT DIDN’T COUNT. There was always a verbal tick; the way that a sentence rose and fell that would let him know that there was something more coming. Maybe it’s the air around the younger man near him but he doesn’t immediately lash out at words that he does not like; he’s in his thirties now and such a childish reaction will not gain him any ground. He’d learned that after the first few times being thrown out of class because of some snarky asshole’s opinion that clashed with his now. 

Yet he doesn’t waver in the face of things he has heard a million times. Instead his fingers carefully drum against the counter top, almost as if keeping him calm with the steady beat that mimics the rhythm of his heart. ❛  Those are excuses people use to make them feel like their not bad people. ❜ There is not a tone for argument in his words; rather it speaks of his conviction to the facts at hand. ❛  Bad things, awful things happen all the time to people but does it give them a right to take advantage of others? Does it give them the excuse to be awful back? ❜ 

It’s not as if he truly wants an answer to that question; rather he finds himself almost ranting because if there is one thing that he hates it is what he imagines as excuses for bad behavior. He think to Jihoon who, despite getting charged for something he did do and having the world taken from him, is still doing his best to live a normal life. ❛  Why should trauma allow you a free pass to be bad to other people? I’ve seen a man who had every odd against him beat them and come back better than he was – he didn’t let his circumstances define him. He didn’t use the ‘I had a bad childhood’ card to excuse his sins. I won’t accept it. ❜

Granted, it is a way for people to start down that path – he knows that. He understands but he doesn’t believe in simply allowing yourself to commiserate in your circumstances. If you want a chance, you have to make one for yourself. It’s what he’s always believed in, why he became a lawyer. To protect people from those who would use their power to harm. ❛  I know the kind of person you are. ❜ It was as honest as he would be about it, letting his eyes shift to the drink that is held loosely between his fingers. ❛   I believe people can change…I just don’t think people want too. You get comfortable in a place and you think that’s all you can have; I want to show people that anything can change. Even if it’s putting them behind bars.. ❜

                 A   SIGH   LEFT   HIS   PILLOWED   LIPS ,   what   was   the   point   in   even   talking   to   mortals   these   days ?   As   Minhwan   spoke ,   Six   began   to   zone   -   his   eyes   glossed   over   while   deep   in   thought .   Even   back   at   the   facility ,   the   guards   were   hard   to   speak   to ,   granted   he   was   a   creature   that   was   a   level   of   danger   that   if   he   were   them   he’d   likely   ignore   pleas   or   chats   of   any   sort .   What   did   he   expect   even   now ,   his   human   form   was   tiny   -   less   intimidating   and   (   in   his   opinion   )   unattractive .   Any   words   that   came   out   his   mouth   that   would   seemingly   be   sticking   up   for   criminals   would   be   shut   down ,   no   matter   if   he   were   a   brother   to   a   criminal   defense   attorney .   

             HERE   HE   WAS ,   ON   THE   opposite   side   of   the   spectrum ;   trying   to   defend   beings   like   himself   to   a   person   who   would   like   to   see   them   rot   rather   than   listen .   OR ,   he   was   the   one   not   listening .   He   wasn’t ,   that   was   for   sure   -   not   right   now .   Eyes   finally   blinked   and   he   turned   to   look   at   his   companion ,   a   simple   hum   resounded   from   his   throat   trying   to   make   it   sound   like   he   was   somewhat   interested   in   what   he   was   saying .  

                                     “You   know   the   kind   of   person   I   am ?”   

             IT   CAME   OUT   IN   ALMOST   a   laugh ,   there   was   no   way .   Fingers   gripped   the   neck   of   his   beer   loosely ,   bringing   it   to   grinning   lips .   “No ,   Minhwan .   You   don’t .”   Hazel   hues   darkened   and   the   grinning   expression   fell ,   “You   see   your   side   and   I’ll   respect   that ,   I   see   my   side   and   I’ll   stick   with   it .”   Six   knew   it   was   rude   to   shut   down   the   conversation ,   “–but   trust   me ,   you   don’t   know   anything   about   the   kind   of   person   I   am .   You   see   what   you   see   cause   I   let   you   see   it .”   His   attention   was   fixated   on   the   lawyer   now ,   “If   you’d   like   to   retort . .   er…   Object   that ,   then   go   ahead   and   do   so .   Lets   hear   it .   What   kind   of   person   am   I ?”   A   brow   rose ,   finally   taking   a   swig   from   his   bottle .   

            HE   HAD   TO    REMIND   HIMSELF   THAT   he   was   a   sensitive   being   when   it   came   to   himself ;   and   that   was   new .   Had   it   been   months   earlier   he   would   have   laughed   further   and   seen   himself   out   the   door   while   tipping   a   hat   that   wasn’t   his .   

                                                                   “Go   on .”

[jamaaisvu]

I was not aware that my drafts weren't putting out posts the last three days, with that they were even deleted because apparently I didn't change the queue times. Has this happened to anyone else before?

I'll be working on posts tonight, Tumblr is not my best friend right now. I'm so so sorry .

[jamaaisvu]

im here trying to get some replies done.  sorry i havent been on, i have been having trouble with PCOS and my dog has been sick.  now that we are both feeling a bit better I should be around.

[jamaaisvu]

Hi, so before I fall back asleep just coming to explain that my PCOS kicked my ass yesterday and the pain pill helped with also kicking my ass. The nausea that hit me was horrible...