sky castle.

[hyunymph-deactivated20200604]

❝I was thrown in Hell, lost everything and everyone I had, lost myself in the pit of fire, burned down half of the population who hated me for ruling Hell, because you made me evil, and now you want mercy?❞

[tinypixiie]

[loumargi]

Pierre-Émile Cornillier, Allégorie à Nantes.

[intokai-deactivated20180227]

apparently he hates buttons

[ronaldcolmans-deactivated201808]

Vincent Price and Gene Tierney in Dragonwyck (1946)

[daenso]

who doesn’t like jongin is lying ;;

[serious]

saddest truth

[fykai1]

[nehelizm]

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

Protective Starters | OPEN.

Kiro, although sometimes brute in nature, would always avoid resulting to any form of violence if ever he gets into a situation that just might need him to, and apparently this time was not an enough reason to tell Dylan to punch the guts out of the dudes in his Economics class for making fun of the way his dresses. He merely shakes his head at her words, nudging her arm with his elbow as he laughs. It touched him a little how she’d go through such measures to defend him, almost too protective, and it wasn’t often that someone would say that to him.

 “I believe you’re strong enough to take down all of them in a go, alright,” an airy chuckle leaves him as he speaks, kicking small rocks as he walks alongside the other. “And it’s okay, they weren’t worth the time. It’s not that much of a big deal anyway– it didn’t offend me that they said those stuff to me. Fashion don’t have a gender, if they want to imply otherwise about my boots or my kohl eyeliner. At least I don’t dress like trashbags… like them. Yikes.”

[serious]

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder if I still exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

smoke-stungeyes, 6:26pm

[classic-art]

Bacchus and Ariadne

Jean François de Troy, c. 1717

[nehelizm]

@misterlux has’t been seen.

He knows that face. He recognizes it well despite the mask being worn by the male wasn’t of his own. And it was getting obvious how anxiety took over him with the way his fingers tightly clutch on the edges of his shirt, nervous. Look away, he reminds himself. It was as if possible that he was trying to deny the fact that the man he had so wanted to see a while back is right here in front of him, in flesh. Ever since their first meeting in centuries a few years back, Cyril has been off the other male’s radar just trying to live a life without worry about being hunted down by his past, a tragedy that he never wants to remember again. Yet Lucifer always knows his way towards him, as if they were meant to come across each other no matter how far he is willing to go just to detach himself from his Father.

Playing dead is better than acknowledging that the other male is his Father, he agrees to himself. It was odd even, considering the fact that the body the other demon uses has a face just barely a few years older than him. His gaze illuminates curiosity as he eyes the male, looking closely, observing the embodiment that stood in front of him. This was far closer than last time -- he had run away back then, scared of the Devil himself, despite causing ruckus in Hell centuries back like a child throwing a tantrum, yet now looking so timid and so small. Pathetic, he whispered to himself, massaging his temples. He wants to get out of this situation right away, but they’re stuck in the traffic in a public transportation for what seemed to be hours. He’d imagined Lucifer would be the last person to ride a bus to somewhere, but there he was, standing in front of him like nothing else in this world is able to bother him. And just as he looks up to stare at the male’s face, he meets the other’s gaze staring right back at him, causing him to freeze in his seat. Fuck. 

Is he staring? He thought to himself yet again as he quickly shifts his gaze down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. He’d better not recognize me.

[numberxix]

Apparently I’ve been on this account ( numberx9 and numberxix ) for around two years now. Can we get some apple juice and chocolate cake here, please? I mean, I’m not picky, but I’ll never skip the chance to have some chocolate cake. Neither should you!

To be honest, I was never too fond of ‘follow forever’s, but I remembered that I could include all the amazing people that I follow and let the world know that they exist and that you’re losing a lot, if you’re not following them. But, hey, I’m keeping an eye on you; I love my RP partners very much, it’s because of them I’ve not deleted this account ( even when I just felt like letting all go ). And, I suppose, this is the part where I start to get emotional – not that I wasn’t before!

That being said, are you ready to meet the most awesome people you’ve ever had the chance to meet in your life? Let’s get going!

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[dxvxrsvs-blog]

So I’ve reached a lil milestone!! It’s nothing big, just 100 followers, and I am honestly just like??? so so so sOOO HAPPY, and so grateful to everyone who’s followed me and is making this experience as lovely as it is. I know I have my up and down days, but you guys stick around, and I just wanted to make a lil thing to thank those super-special people who are working to make this experience for me a very lovely one.

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[nehelizm]

“We’re short a couple bucks.”

CLOSED. | Random Starters.

In their endeavour to seek some sort of relaxation and relief over such an exhausting day, the pair found themselves wandering the streets that evening, looking for  whatever the town had to offer at times like these for the two of them. Myeongdong has always been generous in keeping their tummies full with very healthy snacks and unruly amount of calories numbing their systems with nothing else but even more pure gluttony, and Kiro had truly realized just how fucking much he loves eating street food -- especially one of those greasy, gross-looking potato dogs (even the name sounded disgusting, but alas, it was his guilty pleasure) and putting his effort on working out twice a day to waste. Not that he cared much, not when he had his best friend with him to wreck their own bodies with. She gladly joined him when he offered “It’s my treat, don’t worry,” immediately agreeing on going out right after he finished work, and he couldn’t think of any more people who’s willing to dig out the good nutrient in their bodies for an unholy activity with this certain Kiro.Even now, with a plastic cup of Starbucks iced mocha in hand, bags of snacks he bought along the way that contained hotteok, nicely chopped up seafood pajeon and his favourite skewered sausages wrapped in bacon to enjoy with her back at her home -- he’s still there persistently begging for Storm to order up fried dumplings that he had been craving for weeks, from one particular stall that sells only the best kinds there are down the street. What he had just been informed to was simply not a favourable thing to hear, though. "What?” was all he said, frowning deeply at her as his shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Oh come on. It’s only 3,000 won per 6 dumplings. We couldn’t have spent that much money did we? I don’t have cash in my wallet anymore... oops, seems like you’ll have to fish out your money instead this time. No buts.” Knowing Kiro and his demands, it just seemed like there’s no room for her to say no.

[mervcilleux]

I never thought I’d make something like this. With my past milestones, I always started something but then I ended up deleting this. However, now that I’ve reached a milestone once again I think I should show my gratitude towards everyone. (and the graphic is so crappy wtf can you all please ignore it and keep on reading instead? D; thank you). I’ve never thought that I would reach these milestones and now my blog is even older than 6 months, I can’t believe it. Time is passing by so quickly. So let me get sappy and emotional for a bit okay? ;;

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[nehelizm]

“Stop staring, they’re going to think we’re weirdos.”

CLOSED. | Random Starters.

Regardless of what others might say, Kiro couldn’t stop staring. A wide smile still managed to spread across his visage, although fatigue was written visibly on it, the dark circles under his eyes enough to tell that he hasn’t been getting enough sleep lately. He has his hands under his chin as he observes Junseo with a keen expression, his feet nudging the elder’s under the table while they wait for their food to arrive. It seemed to him that Junseo’s presence alone can ease away his exhaustion effortlessly, and since he has a huge liking towards staring at the other like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no reason to stop now just because people find it weird that two men are affectionately looking into each others’ eyes.

“Aren’t we, though?” said him, now having each of his foot on top of the brunet’s shoes as he placed them gently – finding himself pleased at the fact that the other didn’t move his legs away, his grin only widening as he watches the other male’s reaction. It was times like these where he likes to test the waters and see what he can pull out of the elder, as if trying to find out the things he liked or disliked. Yet, it seemed like Junseo is willing to let him do as he pleases, as always, making him the spoiled brat between the two. Or it could just be that he’s just his weakness after all, as Junseo never really says no to him anyway. Not often unless it’s related to his demands on watching horror movies.

“Let me be, they can say whatever they want to say, I don’t really care. You look extra kissable today, by the way,” he blurted out quietly barely above a whisper, a teasing smile playing upon his plush lips. It’s so hard keeping them a secret, but he manages, not making it as obvious as he would much have preferred. “With a face like that… Nah. You can try and make me stop staring, but that’s less likely.”