the golden one;

Something like disgusting. [/he pouts slightly, sad that there was distance between them.] They jelly of us.

But what have we ever done? (/she frowns)

#jayxares #replies

….I made very good garlic pasta though. I think he’d be proud.

And you didn’t think you should share some with me? Okay.

43am

FUCK

IM BLINDED

THE FLUENT DIPS

THE HALF MERMAID TWERK

IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS BUT

WHERE DID YOU GET YA MOVES…

WELL… BANSIN CLOSED.

SO NO MORE JOB

SO..

WELL ONE GOTTA DO WHAT ONE GOTTA DO TO LIVE.

westcoastsaweetie

YOU BECAME A STRIPPER????

((((((GASPS))))))

Is it the garlic? Because I can wash that off.

No, it’s the trauma. Rocks have feelings too!

I heard Nike tends to favor beauty over dumb. [/he laughs, supporting her as she sways.] Also… I think I heard some idiot shouting, but that might just be me.

I doubt she’d be biased. (/she places her hands on his chest to distance herself from him) What did the idiot say?

#jayxares #replies

It’s still your pet, it just has a new job!

But it’s not the same.... It’ll never be the same.....

thatpsychoker

[ BREAKING NEWS ] NOT ONLY DOES HE HAVE A TINY PENIS, CHOI MINHO ALSO DOESN’T HAVE A HEAD DOWN THERE!! A TRAGEDY!!

43am

I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE MENTALLY PREPARED MYSELF TO PUT UP WITH EVERY SINGLE FIBER OF THIS.

SOMEONE’S GOTA NUKE BANSIN BEFORE THE DAMAGE IS IRREVERSIBLE

#pls see a doctor thank

I’m facing a dilemma here. [/he laughs, closing his eyes to enjoy the embrace that they shared.] I want to say I miss you more, but I want you to win too.

So victory is mine then? (/starts to sway in his arms)

#replies #jayxares

thatpsychoker

look at these ex lovebirds (or still lovebirds im not fucking updated) being cheesy–where is the popcorn

#idk either

Hey, the rock is very useful, you should be proud!

But it was my pet......

@jayxares

Of course I am. [/Jay laughed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her temple.] I’ve missed you, Hweji.

Took you long enough. (/she smiles and nuzzles his neck, arms wrapped loosely around his waist) Maybe I’ve missed you more.

#replies #jayxares

No, no—

It just smells of garlic that’s all!

#chaemami #replies #MURDERER

And I’m supposed to like that?

@chaemami

………

I might have used it as a garlic crusher so… In the kitchen, heh.

You mean you killed it?

#chaemami #replies #HOW DARE YOU

Kill me now.

Why would I do that?

#jayxares #why is he so dramatic wtf

patrokhluz

#hweji

hyunchuldemigod-blog

Poster Children of Misfortune {DH&PH}

hyunchuldemigod-blog

In no time the thorns started spreading, his outstreched hands begging for someone to help him turning into thorn-ridden vines as well. Agony was an understatement, the pain coursing through his body inflicted upon him by himself. His thorns started growing, lifting him up and leaving him dangling. “NO!” He screamed, trying to wring his way out of himself, not caring if he left a few limbs.

But he heard something, though. Amidst the sobbing and cries for help, he heard something— someone. “Hyunchul? Who’s that?” He thought, trying to hold back the sobs. His lips were dry, his tears his only source of liquid. He wasn’t even bleeding, not one drop of blood has come out of his body. His thorns repeatedly puncturing him yet not baring any holes. It was odd, he could’ve sworn they bore right through him, but then his thorns are made of his own flesh and that in itself was odd enough.

His eyes were drying up as well, tears unable to flow down his cheeks anymore. Everything felt futile, but he knew someone was out there. Someone called and he didn’t even care if it wasn’t for him. It wasn’t a given that it wasn’t for him, though, since he himself lost every sense of being after the shock and pain he’s been put through. “Help me, someone!” He screamed, knowing full well that was the last time he could do so. His throat was dry and his lips were cracking, his entire being dangling from a thorn bush that was himself. Things couldn’t get any worse.

Except it did. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of wings approach him; approach everyone in the god forsaken garden. He would’ve looked up, if he had the energy to do so, but there was nothing to replenish his energy so he didn’t. He couldn’t. But he should’ve, because the next thing he knew, he was being eaten. Hideous birds started to surround him and block out everything in his line of vision with their wings. One of them even stared him down, looking at him straight in the eye— he could’ve sworn it smirked at him before starting to eat his limbs. And if that wasn’t enough, it became a never-ending cycle, every limb they tore slowly growing back. “NO!” He managed to shout, just before his jugular was bitten. And as it slowly grew back, he tried to see past the bird’s wings, seeing a lone figure down below.

"Help me, please!" He shouted as soon as his neck healed and right before it was eaten once more, his cheek bitten off as well. The only comfort he had now was the fact that he knew someone was there— he knew he could start to hope again.

#[[fCK THIS SHIT I AM NEVER GOING TO PURPLE PROSE A WHOLE PARA EVER AGAIN #[[ the shit I do for you #[[ you can pretty much tell I gave up come second paragraph #hyunchuldemigod #p: poster children of misfortune

Languid legs could carry her no longer for the grotesque sight unfolding before her very own hazel ocular apertures proved to be of a much more arduous task. It was explicitly precise when wise men of olden times made a juxtaposition of something as abstract as aether and the concrete orbs of a human being, for affliction and anguish veiling the hollow, muscular pump were overshadowing her amaranthine visage carved by the very goddess of eternal beauty herself. Diaphanous tresses of silken honey billowed in the gust of zephyr that brought upon the noxious scent of thick, sanguineous plethora and manducated sinews and muscles. Cries of torment and tribulation filled the heavy air that clung desperately onto her lungs at every gasp, making it much harder and harder to respire with every passing second. When the distance seemed to have closed in between the two blood-kin after an eternity of running, the daughter of love ran straight into some sort of invisible barricade that separates the onlooker from the sufferers.

Mephitic stench of death hung low overhead even if none of those poor souls met their impending doom just yet. This was their very own hell. Yes, the synapses in her grey matter had finally interconnected to form an epiphany of some sort of the grounds her feet were planted firmly on. Earth seemed like a distant locus on the globe compared to this desolated hellhole. The one thing she had yet to acknowledge was the reason why she was even here in the first place. To be yanked impudently out of her own reality into such terror was an other-worldly act of its own and she dreaded the consequences that might follow. Atramentous clouds swirled haphazardly in a hazardous manner over the tortured but alas, there was nothing in her wake and power that could be done. Lachrymal droplets that streamed incessantly down her pearly skin had begun to burn her cheeks adorned by the shade of a thousand dying suns. An aerial graze of her wintry fingertips across the apple of her cheek revealed minute zagged fissures as if her very tears were corrosive liquids. A cry emanated from her lips; for which exact reason, she couldn't pinpoint.

Casting her own distress aside, golden hues trained themselves back on her sibling who was in so much agony. A myriad of discombobulation befell her ethereal features for she hadn't a clue as to how to get to the other side. Bang and punch as many times as she could but not a single crack was visible. Perhaps not to the naked eye. All her attempts were disappointingly futile and how she wished that she could go back in time just to get a sense of normalcy once again. "STOP THIS!" The increased decibel of her voice echoed around her and rang in her head. Crashing down to her knees, the pads of her palms were still hopelessly banging on the imperceptible barrier, hoping, praying that a miracle would occur and fracture the barricade made of nothingness. Her sole purpose of being here was to provide aid to her brother who had perhaps committed some reprehensible doings in the past for no one would be subjected to such harsh and ill treatment for doing laudable deeds. Perhaps, he wasn't the man she supposed him to be. Perhaps there was more than meets the eye. Nevertheless, he was still her blood and flesh and whatever sins he was condemned to pay were also hers to shoulder. And then, just like that, the wall disappeared and the girl lurched forward only to meet the ground.

A coalescence of anodyne enveloped her whole being as she hoisted herself up and reestablished her equilibrium, straightening up to her full height. Allowing a breath of relief to abscond from her lungs, a sense of tranquility settled between the spaces of her ribs as a small smile crept into her cracked lips that were in dire need of moisture. The path ahead may be hardened with a galore of thorns and nails and even if she had to make it across barefooted, she would bear no regrets nor grudges against her brother for this was something she was destined to do all along. Descendants of the goddess of love would never back out from lending an assisting hand to a downtrodden kin for a thing analogous to betrayal wasn't encrypted in their DNA. With a wave of determination sweeping over her in stronger amplitudes, the brunette exclaimed in a voice much raspier than it usually was, "I'm coming."

jayparkxares-deactivated2015010

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"Of course you can." He smiled, nodding to her. "But… I can do this…" He ended his sentence by making a dramatic action of him swallowing the drachma, while obviously tossing the coin behind him when he moved his hand to his mouth.

Opening his mouth widely to her, his expression transformed into a smirk. “Magic.” He wiggled his brows at her. “Don’t need to be a child of Hecate to do that. I think I could totally be a magician if I tried.” He continued, his eyes forming lines as he struggled to hold back his laughter.

He had no idea what he was doing, as the laughter slowly faded and he took on a more gentle expression. He felt something was off about her, and was doing his best to bring a smile back to her face. “You know… I think there’s this story about a princess falling for a jester.” He spoke, softly. “Each and every single second of it, the jester questioned if it was for real. If she was laughing with him, or at him.”