ᴘʀᴇ☾ʏ☽ᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ

Every one is a moon, and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody. -Mark Twain

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[mxhyeri-blog]

                                        ⊰ hdc: appetite ⊱

to put it simply; if it weren’t for her extremely accelerated metabolism, lee hyeri would be as heavy as a sack of bowling balls.

just like any growing girl during her time of puberty, she developed a furiously immense appetite, stuffing anything partly edible into the gaping hole that trailed into a bottomless pit. 

currently eating a minimum of s i x meals per day and barely weighing a mere 110.5 pounds, she finds it devastating that in the world some women manage to make it through the day with only 2 1/2 meals. 

for the sake of her grandmother’s wallet she obtained a job in a daycare for canine companions by the name of “pawz” just on the edge of haeundae beach. the income solely used to be able to afford the avid hunger running through her every minute of the day. 

w a r n i n g s:

though she’s keen on others sharing their goods, she can become quite grumpy at the thought of anyone picking off of her plate or even asking for some. 

her tastebuds prefer more “raw” and strong tastes, bringing out the gagging reflex of most of her friends, therefore she prefers to eat by her lonesome. it should be noted that she is not shy about her appetite –– she just dislikes the thought of others feeling uncomfortable.

chocolate has been known to give her bad indigestion, she steers clear of cocoa of any kind. –– she’s grown to believe that anybody who gives her sweets is angry with her and looking to harm her for a short time.

detests unsavory, unsalted, or extremely sweetened foods.

loves: BBQ (usually blue rare - medium rare),  yukhoe, sannakji, refrigerated day old pizza, watermelon

hates: chocolate, vegetables, burned “well done” meat.

[femaleidol]

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hyeri in the puma cf for anon

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↣ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ

the scattered splatters of crimson, tarnish the ivory fabric she wore with metal scented sins. widened orbs full of torment and regret searched for a route, away from the crowds. guilt cultivated her, draped her shoulders into a slouched drop.

she had done nothing, watched from the sidelines. a coward is all she was.

witnessing the bow dart into the boy’s spine, his shrieks piercing crisp winds of mid october. her vision blurs, shock still reside within her very veins. she’s weak, a trembling mess.

an exit, to tare her from the sickened norms whom gagged at her very sight, whose judgmental glares plagued her with insecurity was all she desired, or for the earth to build a hole where she stood and swallow her whole.

blotches of maroon dyed her chestnut locks, comfort and uncertain tranquility found in the pattern lost within the pavement beneath her muddy soles. yet her stomach twists uncomfortably at the sight of blood on her converse. pressure building uneasily when she hunches forward, a palm nestled over her abdominals. gagging as she rushes into an alley to spill a liquid version of her meals upon the leg of a stranger who lurked within the shadows.

( @mxminwoo )

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↣ ᴅʀɪғᴛ

the mismatched staggers between the harsh rocking of the train and the bodies she collided with ended in frustration and solemnly grumbled apologies through thick gasps for oxygen.

almond locks bounced as her head shifted from left to right. a reminder that public transportation was the worst enemy of those with no withstanding balance and a fear of confined spaces.

it was rare for the commute to be so stressful in a city like Busan, where it’s spoiled passengers would wait no more than four minutes for the next train.

yet the station had ran into multiple malfunctions, talk of construction and delays had rung through speakers, notifying the impatient passengers of the troubles, forcing the crowd to squish themselves into the maximum capacity of every car once the subway’s doors opened.

the mixture of annoyance and despair tickled at her every sense as shoving turned into hisses of misfortune and muttered curses, through the scrapes of cloth and skin, she found herself panting, trapped and jittery between a group of high schoolers and neatly stacked business men.

she’s searching for the composure, that seems to drift her in and out of consciousness, though hides within shadows.

the aroma caresses her nostrils time and time again, waters her orbs with a sense of wonder that drags her from the pit. amidst the stench of all the norms, rested a natural. and by the scent of it, he was much like her. she sniffles between sweat, hangovers, and cheap cologne surrounding them.

flowers, r o s e s, daisies, lilies, canine she counted the whiffs, inhaling deeply in search for the other  w e r e w o l f  residing within this overpacked c a g e.

twirling in a mid circle as bags were shoved over her frame. the scent soothed her in a time of sensitivity, relaxed her in the middle of a breakdown. she needed to thank a stranger, and in between the motions it might’ve been impractical.

the doors part, arriving at a station whose name she didn’t catch. she’s elbowed, nudged from the spot, knocked barely feet to the smell and all she can manage is a hummed, fairly unplanned;

“thank you” 

lids shut, when she’s but steps away. unsure if he can hear her through the quivers she continued to pave.

@mxyoongi

[mxhyeri-blog]

it’s not that I’ve ignored responsibilities! it’s that mun has actually been busy! all 15 starters will be attempted to be posted tomorrow !

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                                                                       calling all creatures!

if you would like a starter from an excitable puppy, please like this post and I’ll send one your way. I really want to explore more sides of hyeri and develop her into a fully functional werewolf. 

[mxhyeri-blog]

↣ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ

the scent of brand new books had always allured the puppy’s limited attention span into captivity. admittedly: she could confess that the stacked novels blinding her view of her surroundings were quite dull, not a single one truly enchanting her into fictional euphoria nor wrapping her mind into questioning reality and fantasy. yet the subtle aroma bounded her, holding her nostrils hostage as she skipped through pages, rapidly skimming the repetitive fictions.

wolves and vampires.

the vampires, oh the poor vampires who feared the days, slept the sunlight away and preyed upon the living in the eery nights. the wolves, oh the poor wolves are cursed by the moon, feared they should be with their claws and snouts. oh the abomination, oh how they would never be able to roam the planet in peace. with an exhale and a roll of her orbs, she paced through the paperbacks; determining her next prey through a bitten lower petal and a content grumble.

a hindered smirk urged to form. head tilting as she observed the image closely; two abnormally pale palms cradling a bright crimson apple elegance, she too couldn’t help but double the actions. holding the novel timidly between scooped digits only to have it fall before a familiar set of shoes.

knowingly she felt the rosy glow overtake her features, bashfulness painted over cheeks as she attempts to bury the evidence.

[mxhyeri-blog]

↣ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ

the ruby droplets cascading down exposed legs stain the white of the rose bushes she rushed through. her feet aren’t fast enough compared to the four legged creature trailing her every step, the fury of it’s growls intensified by her ability to dodge acute claws, which in turn reached for her jugular. a yelp attempts to flee the back of her throat but a entrenched grasp detains even her ability to respire.

she awakens with a choked breath, tears dwelling at the brim of amber pupils. the nightmare haunts her even years after the first change.

aches of the past full moon remain, rallying her retracting muscles in creaks of agony, excruciating reminders: that morphing still provided nearly sinful pain when her bones would stretch into abnormalities, allowing for the caged beast laying in the pits of herself to explore freedom, on the awful times the moon would shine fully upon the night sky of busan.

whimpers croak out of parched tiers. dehydration practically tangible through her core.

yet the comforts of fluffed cushions beneath soothe her. what would usually be a bed of grass bellow a weeping willow tree as the sunrise peeks through it’s drowsy leaves, is replaced by warmth that staple her frame in the chilly mornings of september. confusion consumes her; per usual her memory is extinct once transformed. unable to sedate the monster that overpowers all senses. she feels at a loss when the smell of pastries tickle her nostrils teasingly. where is the first word that forms and how is the second.

this is not the habitat the reoccurring nightmare would end in and it instantly frightens her, chest heaving heavily; temples pulsating irrationally. she sits up much too quickly, searching for a sign of life, the covers set atop her held tightly to her naked chest with nothing short of shock.

@mthwasa

[jngkook]

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Hyeri x Food

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intro;

I don’t know what to say, other than thank you for all the warm welcome messages. I’m overwhelmed and don’t know how to reply to all of them without spazzing.

um! I’m Nick and it’s nice to meet you all !

I want to plot with all of you. please love me as much as I love all of you already !

my current aim is ss.domino, feel free to add. I promise hyeri is just the human embodiment of a puppy. 

[mxhyeri-blog]

    (   mxsehun   )

“ hyeri, hyeri, hyeri… ”

        he shook his head at the younger female whom was just as natural as he was – only a species that wasn’t liked by his kind.

“ here, take this and be good now. that mouth of yours will get you in trouble one of these days… ”

        sehun spoke, handing the younger a bone he’d picked up from the pet store solely for her. it seemed to be the only thing to get her quiet these days.

          her rambles are screeched eagerly; aimless whispers jumbled in between rapid bounces before him. interruptions made by the much older of the two, in failed attempts to soothe her uncontrollable nerves. she simply responds with a pout and a disheartening:

❝ but— ❞

          her disappointment·instantly halts, a sharp inhale taken in; the thought speaks much more than his questionable manners, digits snatching away the meat flavored stick he knows she’s fond of to instantly claim with multiple chews.

[insane-addiction]