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a witch is born out of the true hungers of her time.

[kmortale1-blog]

"You should wear white more often." He flashes a ghost of a smile in her direction, teeth a mere white line between parting lips. Sincerity doesn't coast along words that sound numb of feeling. He's even so arrogant as to drawl it out with a final sarcastic murmur. "You looked so nice in white."

Kyungri waits until he’s had his fun, a ghost of a smile painted across her lips as she drags her fingers over the fabric of her skirt. Her words start out soft, edging on nonchalant as she drags out each syllable like her very last exhale. “I look nice in everything, darling. Even covered in sand, marred with scars, and bloodied down to the bone in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.” The anger that is barely repressed had transformed her words into knives. The saying suddenly much more amusing to her, “But white? Oh…tsk tsk…white is too pure a color. I’d be misrepresenting myself.” She flashes a grin and reaches over to pat his cheek, “But I mean I do look fan-fucking-tastic in it. You on the other hand….I could do without the image. Actually, I could do without your presence as well. So go scurry into a gutter and die or something…I don’t care.”

[kmortale]

everytime i pop back in there’s a new shit show. :/

[kmortale]

ksung:

ily

[kmortale]

@ksung is a lint licker.

[kmortale]

[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

“Hey!”

She exclaimed, turning swiftly, swatting at the hand that was caught on her skirt. 

The ridiculous crystal contraption had proved to be decidedly difficult despite it being so beautiful. With every step, she clinked like a damn chandelier and she got caught on nearly everything. Of course, standing still she looked positively regal and shimmered in an ethereal way under the cool blue lights. However, picking up drinks and taking orders in the get up made her feel quite silly.  Usually, she loved hosting but tonight was not her night and it seemed to continuously go downhill. For once, dancing didn’t like such a bad alternative.

She was fed up.

“Hands off the Swarovski.” She added, fixing him with a look that would’ve been threatening had she not looked like a walking disco ball, “I know my outfit is dazzling but it’s for show and tell, not show and touch. For that, you gotta buy me dinner.” 

The male seated in the stool didn’t look nearly old enough to be in strip club in the face. But his aura exuded maturity and something else she didn’t want to delve into for fear it would excite a part of her she was attempting to bury. But his aura was dark in both feel and color, it made her lean in a little closer. He didn’t even seem to be fazed by one of the girl’s lovingly nicknamed Red frolicking around on the stage. She wondered why he was here, maybe he was lonely. 

“You need something? You look thirsty.”

[kmortale]

[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .// it only made me think of him shoving her to her death ADSLJKLJk

“Did you miss me?”

Honey blonde and newly reckless, Kyungri wasted no time in her approach. Sunggyu’s tendency to brood made it easy to catch him in isolation. He had a tendency to break off from the festivities after his hour and half of substantial social interaction. She’d spent all that time with him, she was familiar with his patterns.  

When she found him he was in the back, facing the window, staring forlornly at the cityscape. It was the very man of the universe-esqe. Now here she was, staring into his eyes, drinking up his surprise and raw emotion like a glass of wine. She slid up to his side, placing her hand at the small of his back, leaving barely a breath between them.

“I missed you,” She spoke honestly, pressing the gun she’d kept strapped to her thigh into his side (front slits were invaluable). She pulled back the safety with an audible click that was drowned out by the music and idle chatter. She had imagined this moment a thousand times in her head but it was even better than she’d originally hoped. She was drunk on his unease and she was absolutely starving. She wanted to drain him dry, she wanted to ruin him. Never had she wanted someone’s heart so badly in her life. 

She swallowed her impatience, choosing to enjoy the moment, “I missed you so much, I almost couldn’t bear to wait. But your face, right now, was worth all the wait in the world. Truly charming.”

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[kkahii]

[kmortale]

“Maybe we should.”

Play your role. Play it well.

Sell it or you’re dead.

That was her job.

Tonight her name was Sojin, her locks caramel, her eyes hazel, and her smile inviting. Sojin was a sweetheart. Arriving to the venue in a blue satin gown that rippled and draped across her body like the ocean lapping against the shore with Swarovski crystals dangling from her neck and ears. Her dainty well manicured fingers twisting her caramel locks absentmindedly, hazel eyes searching over the crowd, fresh faced and glowing with a smile that could drop a man dead. She circled the venue smiling at all who passed, making idle chat, and sharing laughs. Listening to men in expensive suits and gold cuff links speaking vehemently about a cause that they he had no real passion for. For a charity ball, Kyungri quickly realized, it sure was a fucking drag. Kyungri had gotten pretty great at glamours, a nifty witch thing she did in order to change her appearance. However, she had her moments where she couldn’t manage to put light into her dead eyes as she listened to someone she would rather be oceans apart from.

“If you’ll excuse me-” She breathed, when it all became too much, gathering up her gown in her hands and throwing an apologetic smile at the man she’d been entertaining. He stared dumbly, seemingly struck that she wasn’t completely enraptured in his intellectual bullshit. She couldn’t show how happy it made her feel to have wiped the smug smile off his face. She escaped to the refreshments table, grabbing another glass of wine and a cube of cheese. Her target hadn’t showed and she was growing increasingly frustrated. She realized she should’ve been more patient, she was on rich people time, but she couldn’t help but get annoyed. The man of the hour hadn’t swooped in the entire time and it had been nearly two hours. Most men, especially successful ones, love to bask in all the admiration.

Something wasn’t right.

The witch let her eyes flutter closed as she tuned into her death frequency as she called it. When she opened her eyes, the place was painted in red. Nearly ever person’s aura in the place was glowing bright red. Slowly, she glanced down at her own hands thankful it was its normal blue. Still, that meant that all these people in a very enclosed space were about to die and soon. She moved across the ballroom floor as fast as her legs would take her without looking suspicious. She burst into the bathroom startling a few women who were taking pictures in front of the full length mirror. She glared them down until they shrunk away and slipped out the door, back into the crowd. She yanked her communications device from her thigh strap and immediately began rambling,

“I don’t know what you guys dropped me in the middle of but this shit stinks. The guy you all had me spotting he’s over an hour late to the party and I have a really bad feeling that a lot of people are gonna die tonight. I think this was a set up. Charity ball covering up a mass execution of Korea’s most wealthy. I don’t know the angle, I’m still trying to-”

A scream. One that made her calling sing to the heavens and smile with blood dripping from its teeth tore through the night air. Silencing the classically trained ensemble who’d been playing all the best of mozart.

For a minute, it was dead silent…then,

“He’s dead- Oh my god! He’s really dead! Joon! Oh my god!”

Lee Joon, a dead man. That made her job impossible.

Then there was chaos. Heels crashing against the ballroom floor and people shuffling towards the exits. Kyungri came out of the bathroom kicking her heels to the side and racing past the screaming guests. They were all going towards the exits, she was going away. There was rattling and a resounding rise in panic as they realized the doors were locked from the outside. Whoever was behind the whole ordeal had made a very sound plan and she wasn’t going to caught in the middle. She tore across the ballroom, grabbing the plate of cheese cubes and grapes as she went. Selfish is as selfish does. She reached the balcony doors which were already…open. She raised a brow stepping cautiously out into the night sky. There was a man, average build, looking like he was trying to figure out a way down.

“Wanna blow this popsicle stick?”

He jumped in the slightest bit, seemingly startled by her sudden appearance but she was already using her free hand to unfasten her train revealing shorts underneath. The commotion behind them increased in volume and she stared at him blankly awaiting an answer.

Finally, he spoke, eyes questioning,

“Maybe, we should.”

Kyungri said fuck the maybe and the cheese. She tossed the plate to the ground and tied her train to the fancy bars and fed it through. She brushed past him climbing onto the balcony and held it in her hand, took a breath then dropped off the edge. She stopped halfway staring at the amount of space still between her in the ground whilst her heart was in her throat in the best possible way. 

She laughed, tugging on the fabric,

“You coming?”

[9m-ssa]

[kmortale]

“It’s last call.”

Sunggyu definitely would not have been her first option when she thought about going to the club. He was far too rigid in her mind. The invitation from him had come as an utter surprise but she’d accepted if only just to see. However, the actual reality of the situation was unsurprising to say the least. Here she was posed next to Sunggyu, engagement ring glittering under the store lights, absolutely bored out of her mind. Sunggyu had spent the majority of the time staring off into space, rubbing his knuckles absentmindedly. She’d taken three shots for appearances and pretended to be slightly buzzed so he wouldn’t look at her oddly. But, she was dead sober and annoyed that he hadn’t even tried to engage in a conversation with her. It was very hard to pretend to be in love with someone who acted as if she didn’t exist. 

Finally, she burst out, “Why did you even ask me to come out if you were just gonna brood? You could at least take a shot with me.”

“It’s last call.” He stated blankly, not meeting her incredulous gaze, as if that was an excuse to be a total fucking square.

“Which is exactly why you need like 5 shots in you, like yesterday,” She covered his knee with her hand, “We’ve been here for an hour and you’e done nothing but stare really hard at nothing in particular. I don’t know who the hell you’re waiting for but I’m telling you. They can wait. Last call just means in take as much alcohol as you can in 10 minutes and dance for the next 20, cmon now. Start having fun or I’m gonna be forced to embarrass you.”

His answering scoff was to be expected, as was the quick brush off of her hand, “I’m fine.”

She simpered at the finality of his tone, mentally accepting the challenge he’d unknowingly given her, “Okay, watch this.”

The witch tossed back the shot and rose from the couch, throwing him a smug look over her shoulder. Never one to back down from a challenge, she happily strutted through the gyrating bodies towards the bar. Immediately, after crossing the threshold of the dance floor she pretended to stumble but quickly recovered smoothing the front of her chain link top. She was glad she wore pants for once as she clambered onto the barstool particularly ungracefully.

She had to admit he was a quick one. He was there before she could even get her butt onto the counter, grasping her by the hips and attempting to tug her back. She wriggled away expertly and sat on the bar gaining the disapproving side eye of many surrounding patrons. One foot up and she would be well on her way to her very own feature in real life Coyote Ugly.

“Kyungri.” He hissed snatching her back by the arm before she could get up onto the bar and effectively ruining her dreams. Her attempt alone was enough to draw the attention of the surrounding crowd, which is exactly what she’d hoped for. She let out an exaggerated ‘ah’ as she practically swooned into his arms and giggled, which gag, placing her hands on his chest as she pretended to steady herself.

“Hi, Kyungri. I’m drunkkkk.”

She heard someone snort as she proceeded to play with his collar seemingly fascinated by the less than extraordinary material. He kept attempting to move her hands to her side and forcefully guide her back towards the lounge but she remained persistent, quickly ducking under his arm and putting some distance between them. Fucking with him was probably the most entertaining thing she’d done since she stopped dancing. When she was dancing she was constantly surrounding by all the odd patrons, many crying man, and so many funny stories she couldn’t even keep count. She was back in her element, smile bright, as she swayed her hips edging back towards the dance floor whilst eyeing him mischeviously.

“Are you ready to take a shot with me, yet? Because I can keep going.” She shrugged, “All eyes on us, baby.”

He would give in before she got tired of doing their little dance she was positive about that.

[kmortale]

WHAT IS YOUR ANGER TYPE ?

Psychotic

100% fully fledged pedigree nutcase. The impulses you get are tainted and need to be controlled. Professional help is what you need!

tagged by: @themidnightsiren

tagging: all three of my peeps did it already, so. 

[dulect]

[femaleidol]

[kmortale]

@635mph​

i havent been this excited about a plot since 2010

ayeeee who’s your mama

[kmortale]

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

All she was red ever since Ivon had whirled into her lifeand swept her into a dangerous spiral of dizzying highs and devastating lows. She’dbeen more reckless than she’d ever been in her entire life. Always on thesearch for the next opportunity to test her strength. That’s how she foundherself strutting towards the club intent on testing how strong her influencewas but before even entering found herself surrounded by nothing but absolutedarkness. She’d been taken down like a damn dog, a tranquilizer stuck rightbetween her shoulder blades.  Of course,no one spotted her bright red get up as she was dragged into an alleyway andstuffed into passenger seat of a pickup truck.

She’d laughed when she finally awoke in the middle of afield with a gun pointed at her face and a circle of salt around her body. Onthe other side of the gun, a shaky-handed middle aged men with a cross hangingfrom his neck was spitting words like ‘devil,temptress, and siren’ in her face. For her own entertainment, she lickedthe gun watching his face contort in horror as she erupted in a fit of verycult horror witchy like laughter. This truly was her life. He believed her tobe marked by the devil and he proceeded to explain all the ways he was going tocleanse her.

Oh, how wrong he was.

But she allowed him to pour oil over her face, burn sage,mutter chants, and sprinkle her with holy water she pretended to be afraid of allwhile with her hands free. She’d gotten free within the first two minutes andwas purely playing her role.

But as all games do, it eventually got tiring. When she got tired of it, she let the white cloud swallow her irises as she rosedramatically, muttering lowly, and making a show of breaking the salt barrier withher long red nail. She watched his aura dance violently as fear bled into his verybeing. The spell she’d spoke keeping him frozen in place, only able to followher movements with his eyes. As she stood impossible close to him, head tilted,dragging her fingertips across the side of his face almost affectionately allshe wanted was to suck his soul out. She pressed her hand against her chest,honing into the wild beating. She was a lion, he was prey. 

She wanted hisheart.

As she walked down the side of the dirt road, stomachgrumbling, she’d wished she’d taken it. All she’d done as made him forget andcracked his head against the side of his car. He’d wake disoriented but alive, the piece of shit. 

“I’m way too fucking nice.” She exclaimed to the sky,staring at the expanse of empty road laid out in front of her. Her train of thoughtwas interrupted by the sound of tires crunching over gravel. Kyungri didn’tfear a damn thing. She walked into the middle of the road and watched the carroll to a slow but sure stop. She walked to the driver’s side and crouched downso she could peer into the car. The man in the driver’s seat looked decidedly neutraland more unimpressed than anything but she flashed her pageant smile anyway.

“We’re gonna team up. I’m lost with no car, and well you’renot. I’m great company and you’re alone. It’s a win-win.”

His eyes followed the dirt all over her outfit and the largerip in her skirt seemingly wary. Maybe he thought she was a prostitute, which ouch, or a murderess woman which okay she can’t argue with that. Eitherway he didn’t seem to like what he saw.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

She cocked a brow, smiling only growing wider, “Good thing,I didn’t fucking ask.”

She skipped around to the other side and climbed into hisbackseat, sprawling across it like a lazy cat sans all the stretching. He wasprobably wondering how she’d gotten into his locked car and how this wasactually his life. It would’ve been funnier if she hadn’t been so tired. Shetraced a protective rune across the back of his seat and eyed him through halfopen eyes. He didn’t seem to know what to do or say. She’d completelydisrespected his personal space and his wishes but she was too out of it tocare about his feelings.

“Wake me up when there’s food, mkay?”

[susierpt]

3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”