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Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. The three little pigs were building
their houses, one built it out of straw, the other out of sticks and the last pig
constructed their house from sturdy brick. There was a wolf, whom stalked his preys
to this very location, where the three little pigs were. The big bad wolf came to the
straw house and he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in. The rest of the
homes weren’t finished just yet.
Colin was the name of the first little pig with his property destroyed… but then, the
Exodus came. And those Fables which couldn’t pass as humans, were sent off to
The Farm; the rest were shipped off to Seoul, to live their lives there. Colin and his
cousins, were sent off to The Farm; what was considered to be, somewhat of a
prison. Some stories cite that the big bad wolf ate Colin and the rest, but that tale is
false, not to be believed. Colin, had escaped the farm, and came to bother the big
bad wolf or now, rather, ‘Asher Wolf’ [as his love for huff & puff cigarettes has not
faltered since].
Now up until this day, in some not-too-shabby apartment, resides Asher Wolf,
sheriff of Seoul with Colin the-talking-pig refusing to go back to the farm, bunking
there for the time being. And now, Asher is trying to forget his past as the Big Bad
Wolf.
ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ - sᴇᴏᴜʟ's sʜᴇʀɪғғ // ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ // .about
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ.
ᴋim ᴊongin [ ! ]about ᔕtudent ᗩnd ᖇunner
ϟ ϟ ϟ ϟ ϟ ϟ
x i u m i n
for every dark night, there’s a brighter day.
❝come with me, i’ll treat you to a cup of coffee.❞
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☾ Bang Sungjoon {fang} ☽
☾Lycanthrope Physiology☽ . what you should know .
His lungs craved with an undying thirst to be salvaged from suffocation with steadied breaths of oxygen, withal the bones of Sungjoon’s soaring legs seemed like they were on the brink of caving into pallid, rocky bone debris. In the end, the tormenting, flaming pain battered the muscles beneath the flesh of his legs into defeat, after which they betrayed him and he was toppled onto the stone surface, bruising his knees, scraping his palms.
Five digits were cinched onto the fabric of his shirt, embedding wrinkles within the material, right where his heart hammered, punching rapid beats into his ribcage. He had hoped that his ears had been deceiving him; that the sound of shoe soles against rock were nothing but the deluding whisper of the breeze. God how desperately he had hoped. Why now? Why here?
Gradually, the deadly hands that squelched his lungs faltered in maintaining their grip, and Sungjoon had seized control over his breathing. His stunningly light grey optics peered at the full, pale, cratered-sphere amongst the glittering stars in the ocean of ink which painted the sky; the full moon was his greatest ally, but his worst nemesis. Ripples of fury crawled over his skin, he knew you were behind him, those stalking eyes of yours burning holes into his back.
❝Go... Leave... NOW!❞
You should have listened to his demand, to his voiced caution. The warning, though brief, was like splotches of venom, dribbled from a serpent’s mouth onto you. Suddenly, his torso shot out, back forming an almost inhumane arch as simultaneously left his lips a pained groan. Dark fur sprouted from his flesh, sharp claws replacing regular hands and fangs developing, as the bones of his body enlarged, shaping themselves into that of a beast.
Dribbling, were lethal drops of saliva, and upon the moon-lit hill, stood a vicious werewolf, behind him you; an innocent, curiosity-driven person. Sungjoon’s eyes gleamed a bright red, a growl of blood lust thrumming through your ear canals.
And as the old saying goes..
curiosity
killed
the
cat
Heavily AU ! Follow/Like/Reblog
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Reblog if you rp nsfw.
And just as a reminder to all of my followers:
NSFW doesn’t just mean sexually explicit content; it can also mean:
blood
gore
horror
psychological
and anything possibly largely triggering
dork [dawrk] Show IPA noun
1.
Slang. a silly, out-of-touch person who tends to look odd or behave ridiculously around others; asocial misfit:If you make me wear that, I’ll look like a total dork!
Synonyms: jerk, schmo; nerd, geek.
2.
Slang: Vulgar. penis.
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Your Muse and Mun Current Mood
Muse:
Mun:
(— Krys’ cheeks flushed, matching the colour of her brightly dyed hair, as she felt the lips of the man, pressed to the back of her palm. She chuckled, softly, as her eyes met his, head tilting lightly to the side) Milady? Oh, no, I’m Krys. (— She chuckled softly) It’s a…Uhm, pleasure to meet you, sir.
[ ———— Charles' ears could very easily trace the origin of the subtle accent in her speech, evidently it hinted at the well-known British accent.. which didn't differ immensely from his own. Parting his plump lips, was a soft chortle. ] Oh goodness me, is my face marring with wrinkles? [ ———— Jesting in a playful manner, his head lolls to one side, a sweet smile plastered upon his lips. ] No need to make use of honorifics with me, Krys. My name is Charles, and it's a pleasure to meet you too.
PLEASE PUT HER IN YOUR PRAYERS, PLEASE.
sxndaraprk & prkvb are the same person, and Dara is my wife. I have been with her for almost 8 months {ic relationship} but throughout our roleplaying, we have gotten to know each other ooc, where we live, our ages, birthdays, things we like, things we don’t like to a point where we’re just really close and best friends now telling each other everything ooc. We have our OOC sessions when we talk and what not.
Anyways… She was told she has a type of Skin Cancer called Melanoma. And She won’t be as active as much anymore finding out this news. It hurts me so bad because She’s so close to me, even though I haven’t met her, I felt like I already did.
She’s only 20 years old, same age as my typist and she deserves to live and survive this horrible thing. Her OOC life at home isn’t too well and this disease isn’t helping at all. She’s a sweet girl who has been through so much and she’s a strong fighter throughout everything. I AM GONNA TRY MY BEST TO GIVE HER THE BEST MEMORIES and support her, Call her ooc, talk to her on the phone, text her and see how she’s doing and everything. Even though I’m 1,000 miles, it doesn’t matter, I’m gonna do my best.
Im going to pray for her and I hope all of you can do as well. Please put her in your prayers please. She’s my wife ic, and my best friend ooc please please please.
Hello, lovely people who are active! Will you talk to me or shall I sell my soul to the devil to earn friends?
[ —— Craving for a companion, Char's brisk walk landed him before the unfamiliar lady. And typically, with his gentleman-like qualities, her palm is delicately grasped within his own, larger hand. To the back of her hand, pressed are his lips in a light kiss and soon, her hand is released, a smile playing on his lips. ] Not at all, milady.
┖ee ❝the kinda guy you'd wonder,
is he messin' with my head?
┬aemin
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high school au? where muse a and muse b are enemies but they fuck inside the janitor’s closet every fucking time? although when they’re with other people, they bite each other’s head?