мodern ғangѕ

[neonhymn]

continued thread for @bckdoors​

nari’s reaction to the drawing brings a smile to celeste face, and for the first time since the other woman entered the shop, she breaks the stone cold facade. there’s something so gratifying about seeing emotions flood her client’s face when faced with the representation of the message they want to convey through a tattoo. “a magician never reveal their secret, and neither do i.” many more ideas, to complete the design, are swirling around in her brain. celeste is feeling particularly inspired by the other woman. there’s an enigma to be resolved in the other  ―  one she should have no interest in  ―  but she tells herself she’s only digging further, for the sake of her art, rather than something else. she isn’t fooling herself one bit. “this is what i wanted to hear.” the tattoo artist takes back the sketchbook, and does a little check mark next to it, as in approved, then writes down scale, blindfold, all little elements she wanted to add. “i NEVER do the same design twice,” she assures. it is said artists see the world from a different perspective, maybe this is where celeste talent lies: her artistic brain. she sees more than meets the eye, taking in every little details of the world that surrounds her, and translating them through mishmash of colors, lines and shapes that come together to form the clearest of picture. “another element of justice, that can be incorporated is the blindfold. i wouldn’t hide both eyes, however. only one, to keep the effect of being stared at while looking at the tattoo, that you want.” the picture is slowly coming together in her mind, and brings that much more excitement to the tattoo artist, shown in her smile that grows bigger. “how does it sound?” she looks up to nari, and raises an eyebrow. from the corner of her eye, she sees the coffee maker, and asks, “would you like some coffee, tea, water? we may be here, for a little.”

Magic was a light word to use to describe what was happening here. Nari rarely believed in things like love at first sight and destiny and maybe this wasn't love but she was completely entranced by the artist. She never let anyone in, anyone see her and yet without even trying this girl just read Nari down to her core. How was the hacker supposed to leave it at just one encounter? She needed more. Especially after hearing that this was the first of its kind, it wasn't a recycled idea. Celeste just looked at her and knew. Nari felt so exposed for the first time in her life and it was only supposed to be a simple meeting. It was unfair that Celeste could read her so easily and keep herself so guarded though. Nari didn't have the easiest time connecting to others and most of the time she didn't care to. But now she wanted to. Her eyes flickered between the hand scribbling on the pad of paper and the woman's features. She wanted to trace the outlines of her face with her fingertips, such a tender feeling and a rare one. This was a disaster in the making. "No, that's perfect actually. like to remind someone that they're always being watched. Not that a lot of people are going to see this tattoo in the first place. I usually wear pants. But I'm going to see it and that's enough for me," she rubbed her thigh where the tattoo would go, trying to ignore the fact that she was rambling. She looked at the pad of paper for a brief moment and the tattoo looks better than anything she could have imagined and she was excited about it more than she could explain. But it's the way Celeste is smiling when she asked the question, how wide is was growing that took all of her attention off of the art she had been looking forward to putting on her body for months. Would she be feeling the same way about Celeste? Thinking about her nonstop like all of her other little obsessions? "Beautiful," she sighed, and she's looking straight at the tattoo artist as she says it. Unashamed, but she needed to reign it in otherwise she was going to make this experience awkward. She leaned back against her seat with her hands folded on her lap, following her gaze to the coffee maker. "Coffee sounds good. I don't mind making it while you work though. I don't like sitting around anyways. How do you like yours?" She's already standing up before Celeste had the chance to protest, moving to the coffee maker. It was weird doing something like this in an unfamiliar place and normally she hated being out of her comfort zone but she was determined to learn about Celeste and this was her chance.

[neonhymn]

closed starter for @wollfteeth​

The music studio is oddly quiet as they prepare to record again. Namsun is two seconds away from banging his head against the surface of the snare drum. No matter how many times they play this same song over and over again, there's always a mistake. Namsun gripped onto his drumsticks tightly and forced himself not to throw one of them at the back of June's head. "If you assholes make me miss dinner, I'm going to fight all of you," Namsun said through grit teeth. He was notorious for his quick temper and impatience but this was him actually trying. June was the reason he even came to the human realm to begin with, why he tried out and became the drummer for his band and he found himself learning to compromise slowly. His arms crossed over his chest and he leaned over his set to look over at June, hoping he got the singer's attention now. "June, if we don't take a break soon I will resort to eating you guys and I will start with those cheeks of yours first."

[neonhymn]

closed starter for @sincrs​

Being a barista was an easy job, but Henry genuinely liked it. He loved listening to the stories customers told him and enjoyed offering his advice when they asked for it. He liked when people came the the cafe to celebrate and the nervousness of couples on their first dates. Henry even liked making the ridiculous drink orders because the tiniest bit of him enjoyed showing off. But this afternoon was different, he supposed. Instead of feeling at ease like he normally did, he felt on edge. Something was off and it was because of a customer at the table in the corner. He was attractive, for sure. Henry was used to attractive people trying to get his attention and even though he could flirt a little it never went any further. This was a cafe, not a bar. Normally he would call out the drink orders and have customers pick them up but when he looked at the cup for ’Yuan’ he brought it over to the man with the sharp eyes. His heart was pounding with every step he took closer. Why did his chest ache like this? “Order for Yuan?” he asked lightly, setting the drink on the table in front of him before sheepishly rubbing the side of his neck. “Do I know you? You’re kind of looking at me like we know each other.”

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

when rome falls, yves olade

[ID: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” end ID]

[neonhymn]

@wollfteeth

[sincrs-deactivated20201207]

📷 jian & joey

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍     ;    📷   a  post  of  your  muse  on  my  muse’s   instagram  .

[sincrs-deactivated20201207]

📷 bolin & hyun

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍     ;    📷   a  post  of  your  muse  on  my  muse’s   instagram  .

[sincrs-deactivated20201207]

📷 elias & yb

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍     ;    📷   a  post  of  your  muse  on  my  muse’s   instagram  .

[neonhymn]

oncebattled·:

at first, being on land disgusted danica because of all the vast differences it offered from her beloved waves. in the water, power coursed all through them and they sang their way to having even more control. anything she wanted, she had, just from the way she altered her tone and the illusions her fingers shimmered into existence. a temporary feat but more than enough to give her what she wanted each and every time. the desire and allure had been addicting but she could admit the land offered its own delights. she had come to appreciate humans to a point and enjoyed plenty of what she took in around her. this included the farmer’s market and she quite liked the various tastes offered for the wide array of food selections. funny, mortals. with her bag in hand, she started to grab for some produce of her own when she noticed a heartbeat. oh yes, her reaper status offered some fun perks and she would be able to pick out that heat signature anywhere. brother dear. ruby red lips curled into a smirk, a deadly look and the mortals nearest her started to back away without realizing why. fools. hitching her empty back up on her arm, she took after the other, easily catching up and launching herself right at him. she hugged her arms around him and whispered in his ear,    ❝ hello brother, dear, it has been awhile, hasn’t it ?? ❞     letting him go ( for the time being ), she kept close enough.    ❝ look at you. you look like shit. ❞     her nose crinkled as her eyes looked up and down.    ❝ you haven’t been feeding at all have you? ❞     they needed energy in the very least and mortals never realized it happening. they just blamed being extra tired. no harm, no foul.    ❝ you don’t have to eat anyone but you do need to feed the siren. and you’re supposed to the older one. ❞    

Youngmin groaned at the arms wrapping around him. His sister was always the faster one of the pair and it only made his disdain for her stronger. And yet she was still his favorite sibling of them all, how was that even possible? Youngmin was enjoying his new life a lot lately, the last thing he needed was a reminder of the past he was trying to forget. Even though a small part of him missed her. One that was pleased to see she looked safe in the distance but the part of him that cared was tiny enough for him to leave immediately afterwards either way. He felt like he was sinking underwater again, completely overwhelmed by his feelings when he saw her again. But this time he felt like he was drowning. "I thought you were dead," he said simply, about to shrug her off of him but she was already unwrapping her arms off of him. His eyes narrowed at her insult and even though he normally had a sharp tongue and loved putting people in their place when they attempted to make him feel bad... Danica was the only person who managed to scare him other than his parents. "I'm fine, I feel fine. Quit your fussing," he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably where he stood. He should have just ran when he saw her but she would have picked on him for that too when she ultimately caught him. Danica was the better hunter. She was right after all. Even though he tried to ignore the beast inside of him, sometimes he could hear the familiar siren's lullabies before they lulled him to sleep. Sometimes he would bite his tongue to keep from randomly singing when in public in case anyone got hurt. But he wasn't going to tell her any of that. "What are you doing here anyways? Were you looking for me? Because I'm never going back." She would have to kill him.

[neonhymn]

regclars·:

“she’s doing fine.” he purposefully ignores the because i missed you. it very much adds to the guilt he feels, for behaving so selfishly following their fight. yet, no apology, nor explanation leave his lips. jovi knows himself. if he’d stayed, things would have gone downhill, and there would be nothing left of their friendship. he would have pushed, pushed, and pushed until he’d pushed the younger out of his life, for good. “still as spoiled as ever, i see,” he hums, “not this time.” he’s never in his life, felt as awkward as he does in this very moment, around another person. it’s such a stark contrast from how easy things used to be, between them. a single moment. a single moment is all it took for doors, that both desperately wanted to keep CLOSED, to be blown wide open. for those unspoken between them to be exposed and ruin their precious bond. there is no ignoring the shift in their dynamic, nor can they pretend like it hasn’t forever changed their relationship. elias stands in front of him, yet jovi finds himself mourning his best friend, and missing him with every fiber of his being. he’s never getting him back, he knows that much, and whatever the future holds for them is terrifying.

“did i EVER say you couldn’t go on dates? you sure like throwing accusations at my face, elias.” he can’t contain his bitterness, nor the anger he feels towards whoever was the lucky person to have grabbed the younger’s attention. jovi has no right to be jealous. elias isn’t his. he could be, if you stopped being a cowardly chicken. he shakes his head. “what do you mean, not that it matters? were they an asshole to you?” he wants to know more about the date, yet the prospect of hearing elias gush about it makes him sick to his stomach. then, he reminds himself, he’s still the younger’s friend, in spite of the turn the friendship has taken. he promised to be there for him, always. jovi likes to keep his promises. “you can stay for as long as you want, you know that.” he wills himself to speak more. to say something, anything to ease the awkwardness, to give the other some reassurance that he isn’t avoiding him, that all is well between them, but he can’t. things are far from well, and it tears him apart. what is he supposed to do? what is he supposed to do? what is he supposed to do? “wait eli  —  ” he shuffles on his feet, then clears his throat, “  —  i ordered patbingsu on the way home. it should be here soon. want to share with me?“

It doesn't bother him that Jovi went to see his mother, Elias had to go to California to see his own family for holidays and special occasions as well. It didn't even bother him that he didn't get any souvenirs, he always said he wanted to experience New York with Jovi for the first time anyways. What bothered him was the tension and Jovi's bitterness. "I said I was sorry," he tried weakly. Jovi still didn't forgive him for what he said weeks ago. And it was clear that his friend didn't miss him while he was gone either. Elias just wanted one stupid selfie, was it that hard? This was far too intense than anything Elias was used to, he thought as he swallowed the bitter lump in the back of his throat. He's had crushes and playful relationships in high school but he never loved like this. And if it was just going to be this painful, then why bother? If it wasn't going to be with Jovi then what was the point?

Was that jealousy? Elias didn't want to be hopeful and he wasn't the type to toy with people to get reactions from them. "You know why it doesn't matter," he snapped, before pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. He's just so tired and mad and sad and a combination of feelings he normally managed to avoid and now he had to confront them at all. Elias couldn't understand why Jovi was playing dumb like this, Elias' crush was always so obvious. Enough for the model friend to tease him about but never reciprocate. At the offer to stay, Elias found himself close to just packing it up and sleeping on the couch in his dorm's hallway for the night. 'It's not supposed to be like this,' he thought to himself, mourning the days they had together where the awkwardness wasn't so thick it was suffocating. "Yeah. Okay, yeah. I'm just gonna take a shower really quick and get this stuff out of my hair. I really didn't know what I was doing with it anyways, it's stupid. You can tell me all about your trip then," he chewed on the inside of his cheek. If Jovi was around he could have helped him with his hair, but if he was there then he wouldn't have gone on that ridiculous date either. Fifteen minutes and one intensely hot shower later, Elias padded through the living room with his plaid pajama pants and sweater three sizes too big. This is what he felt comfortable in and for some reason he felt like he needed to comfort himself around his friend. He was prepared for the worst. "Is the food here yet?"

[nobilitylost]

@neonhymn | halloween starter | uriel & kai

He was standing there stock still, having completely forgotten that his host needed air and he needed to at least pretend to be human. The flickering orange and purple lights from the bar were garish, as were the dancing skeletons and the broken-toothed grinning pumpkins that hung in the windows. Head tilted to the side in obvious confusion as an uncommonly cold early October wind blew through and finally pulled his attention away from the spectacle in front of him.

“Humanity is odd.” Flat and monotone, despite his curiosity. “They kill each other over the slightest provocation, and yet crowd together to celebrate the dead with pumpkins and candy.” His head shook, eyes still fixated on the building in front of him. “If only the knew how little the dead care for the affairs of the living…”

Then, he turned, corners of his lips raising in a smile that mismatched to the tone in his voice. “Kai.” The demon’s name was spoken softly, as if he were greeting an old friend – and in a lot of ways, Uriel supposed he was. “Sorry for the,” the archangel gestured toward the establishment in front of them, “setting. Do you know how increasingly hard it is to find a crossroads that has a nice, quiet teahouse on it?” He started walking then, assuming the other man would follow. “Let’s have a drink. Catch up. I was told by a couple of scantily clad women dressed as an angel and a demon that they were going to have a costume contest. Should we bet on whether good or evil will prevail?”

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"What's going on? No costume?" Kai teased the angel when he rounded the corner, thankful to be summoned for reasons other than work. He looked down at his own casual attire before taking in his surroundings and listened to the angel speak. Kai never expected to get along with anyone this well. He supposed demons had something in common with some angels after all: their mutual disdain for humanity. "This is perfect. And we both know that angel is going to win. Humanity does have a penchant for corrupting the innocent. That's why it's getting so crowded downstairs," he snorted, at times thankful for the position he was given as a crossroads demon. Even the demons knew that earth was easier to bare. Human didn't know how easy they had it and all he could see was regret and pain in their eyes on those rare occasions he went to the underworld. "I would like to wage some sort of bet though. Would you believe me if I said I forgot my wallet?" he teased with the quip of his lips. Of course they could figure out a way to get out of paying but after existing as long as they have, they had to find fun wherever they could.

"This is a busy night for my kind though. Would you want to come with me if I get summoned? Try to save a damned soul?" he snickered as he opened the door to the teahouse for his angel friend. Even though Kai had never been a human before himself, unlike a lot of his demon counterparts, he still picked up on their mannerisms living among them as long as he did. He hoped he didn't have to work that night, he just wanted some time to relax. And catch up with his -friend? companion? He didn't know what to call Uriel, but he did want his company either way.

[neonhymn]

wollfteeth·:

his fingers worked on their own against the brass strings on his guitar, black and littered with stickers that stuck true to how scatter brained he really is. sonny noticed a pair of eyes on him through the crowd of bodies before the stage and sought to seek them out. he wasn’t the center of attention nor did he ever want to be he just enjoyed making music and letting his emotions he swears he doesn’t have take the reigns for a while. sonny recognized them though, all too well and it made his wrist cramp up from staring too long in one place. what the fuck are you doing here angel? their set ended with his fingertips bloody and his head rushing with adrenaline as usual. he needed a drink and fast. he lost angel in the crowd eventually and kept himself from looking for him. it’s been too long and it still fills him with anger seeing his face. sonny sat at the bar pawing at his unfinished beer and shooting back a couple tequila shots when angel approached him, making his whole body tense feeling the other’s presence. he knew something like this was going to happen before he left the house, swallowing hard at the burn the alcohol scorched down his throat. sonny finally turned to look at him, facial expression lax and almost blank. “do we? didn’t notice.” he tsked taking a swig of the shitty beer he always chose. “what the hell are you doing?” he asked anyway ignoring his question altogether. sonny hated how the emotions he swear were shoved and locked into a box in the attic made their presence known when he looked into those dark eyes. “what do you want? do i have something of yours or what?” he asked coldly, tearing at the paper label on the bottle in his hand as if it offended him. the guitarist hated the part of him that wanted to act like nothing happened between them but fuck, sonny wasn’t going to let his guard down around angel. not anymore. he eyed the bottle of liquor in his hand and let out a snort, shaking his head. “still the same chain smoking drunk i see, don’t think so much has changed about me either.” 

Angel wasn't expecting a warm welcome after what he had done to Sonny. Even though he pretended not to have any real ones, Angel wasn't stupid and he knew Sonny was developing some real ones for him but he still had to abandon him. No one could get close to him and it was truly his fault for letting Sonny in in the first place. At the same time, seeing him again after all this time... he wanted to make those mistakes all over again. But he couldn't, not when Sonny was the one who had to carry that pain. Angel missed him though. So much. Of course Sonny wasn't going to invite him to sit down, so Angel took the seat beside him without asking. The bartender who gave the the hapless look when he asked for the bottle came over and dropped off two glasses. Angel didn't keep anything sentimental so if Sonny did have anything important it was long forgotten now. If anything he had something of Sonny's, the constant memories of their times together playing in his head where he could swear he used to get one of those rare smiles. He needed them out, they were torturous. Angel filled them and he was about to down them both but he nudged one over in Sonny's direction. Not a peace offering, Sonny deserved much more than that. "I just came here for a drink. Not following you, I promise. Well, until I saw you at the bar," his lips quipped up playfully and he brought the glass to them, knocking it back and drinking way more than he should but Sonny did raise a good point. He would always be a chain smoking drunk, so he agreed with a shrug. Why change anything when the outcome would always be the same? He was a damned soul and at least Sonny still had a chance. Or he would if Angel could ever leave him alone. He deserved this cold reaction from the other man and it felt like little stabs in his heart, but he couldn't change what he did. Wouldn't. "Come on, let's catch up. It's been a while. What are you up to?" 'Are you seeing anyone?' is on the tip of his tongue but he bit down in it to keep himself quiet.

[firetrucks]

kun ✧ from home mv

[neonhymn]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent : elias & yongbok !

texting starters | accepting | 🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent

elias: i can’t believe you still think she’s sending you all those gifts. They’re from ME. elias: i wish you looked at me the way you look at her…. elias: i love you, but you can be really dumb

[neonhymn]

🐰 joplin to shai

texting starters | accepting | 🐰 a goofy text.

joplin: someone offered me a baby tiger in exchange for their partner’s dick shrinking. joplin: it’s so cute, can we keep it? joplin: promise i wont let it on our bed.

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brucelees·:

his moment of control over the older vampire doesn’t last very long, because, even though he would never admit it, it’s not the dynamic kyrie truly wants. with his newfound strength, it would be so easy to overpower yilong, perhaps even satisfying, but it doesn’t come close to the illusion of safety, feeling protected, loved… again, it could never be love, the blonde realized that all too well, but that doesn’t stop him from craving it. his fragile heart, as frozen and cracked as it is, belongs to only one man, even after all this time. unfortunately for kyrie, this feeling wasn’t mutual, as this man didn’t even have a heart to give back to him. life was simply unfair like that. the soft gesture of a kiss pressed against his temple confuses him. just why was the other so determined to continue this charade of being a changed man? as clouded as his judgement was by his intense feelings for yilong, kyrie could never let himself be tricked into believe that the other was genuinely one of the good guys now. as expected, it doesn’t take very long for the mask to fall off. 

“you can’t expect me to always be good, daddy. there is no sun without shadow, and i’ve never been cruel to you, only truthful,” the younger vampire mused, raising his arms so yilong could pull off his shirt. kyrie doesn’t struggle, because why would he, when the other was about to give him exactly what he wanted? as sick and twisted as it was, kyrie took pleasure in being the male’s toy, his little plaything. perhaps leaving his lover had been a mistake all along. maybe he was meant to be beautifully broken, ‘safe’ in yilong’s arms. “hnng,” a pained moan escaped from his lips as the older vampire’s sharp fangs penetrated his skin. “you… hurt me, daddy.” fingernails dug into the other’s shoulders, but kyrie doesn’t try to push him off. no, this messed up relationship could never be love, but the passion between them was like a scorching blaze, that would inevitably burn them to ashes. like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t resist, nor did he want to. “don’t ask me that, as if i ever left your mind, my love…”

Sometimes the truth was cruel, Yilong thought to himself bitterly. Especially when it came to the things he had done to the boy when they had first met. Kyrie would forever be his only love and his biggest mistake. His hands still trail up along Kyrie's bared back, tracing the skin that he had memorized decades before. He even tasted the same, but when he moaned at the bite the only thing on his tongue was ash and he pulled away as his nails dragged down along Kyrie's sides. "I thought about you daily, baby. And it didn't matter, because you never came back," he sighed. Maybe he would have brought Kyrie along on his path for redemption, since his former lover seemed to still enjoy taking lives. His little monster. His eyes flickered to the dead nurse at their side, he couldn't stand to look at her anymore but a sick part of him still wouldn't stop what he was doing with Kyrie. No matter if decades or even centuries passed them by, Kyrie would forever be his and he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. His hands settled on Kyrie's hips, gripping onto him tightly before rolling him onto his back and settling between his legs. "I guess I wasn't on your mind then, huh? Since we're only meeting accidentally," he tried to keep his tone even but the words seem so clipped out loud. He wanted to ask why but it already sounded so unfair in his head. Yilong knew exactly why Kyrie had to leave, he toyed with him. Manipulated him. Broke him. And he had the audacity to wonder why Kyrie didn't stay. Maybe he couldn't blame it on the fact that he was a soulless creature since what they were currently doing proved that Yilong hadn't changed. Perhaps part of him would always feel like the other vampire belonged to him.

'Did you even miss me? he wanted to ask, but he didn't want to know the answer. He knew he should feel guilty and disgusted with himself for this, but he's completely unable to stop. Maybe he couldn't blame the lack of soul for this, but that would bring him down the wormhole of realizing that he was always a terrible person. He needed to get out of his head though, and Kyrie was always perfect for that. "You really did hurt me when you left. Do you plan on making it up to me?" he asked lightly, his hand settling between Kyrie's legs and he began to palm him through his pants. This was wrong and messed up and he would probably regret it, but he needed him.

[neonhymn]

💫 a late night text. / nari & celeste

texting starters | accepting | 💫 a late night text

nari: you’re so pretty, i can’t stop thinking about you. nari: you could tattoo every inch of my skin if it meant i could see you again and again. nari: i want to know you. nari: i might have drank too much, can you pick me up?

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🌻 a worried text : jinho & mengyao

texting starters | accepting | 🌻 a worried text.

jinho: where are you? you’re twenty minutes late for dinner and my parents are being really annoying about it... jinho: i held up my end of our deal, you better get over here! jinho: ...did something happen? jinho: are you okay? jinho: can you call me?