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Blessed are those who earn God's grace and the ▇▇▇ embrace.18+ M. SELECTIVE. OC. RP.

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still working on bio.  been having some crazy busy days.  @___@ hopefully tomorrow I can have it up.

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blows dust off this acc.  chokes & dies. 

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"Don't look so fucking beautiful." ( drunk jun. half collapsed over a table. majorly drunk. like high school party drunk. like he surpassed his tolerance for once drunk but still somehow manages to be coherent in speech. like he's the last person that should be drunk drunk for too many good and bad reasons. you should remove all sharp objects. js. )

it’s the color of his skin that primarily gives away the state of the blood rushing through seungjun’s body while the smell of alcohol comes a close second. although it’s not a look he’s unfamiliar with, it’s been so long since he’s seen his brother in such a vulnerable position that it feels almost foreign. has he wandered into a dream again? sanggil remains quiet, eyeing him carefully, cautious as ever and distrusting of the mechanisms that run through that perilous mind. despite how long as they’ve known each other, there are desires in seungjun he’ll never understand. society might count seungjun as damaged or a danger to its own broken system, but it’s long been left unsaid how far from natural and good sanggil is. he might have played a part, grown and had a life away from the madness he and his brother had thrived in, but that itself dug wounds into him deeper than a harsh life on the streets ever had.

seconds pass since the words are uttered and sanggil feel his world sway sideways. his ears sit pink at the end much like his cheeks and his hair lies a bit unruly, wavy locks falling over his forehead and cheeks. the alcohol has taken him as well, but his thoughts still remain private as he absentmindedly bites on his tongue and holds silence around them. outside, a loud honk is heard, likely from an angry driver frustrated with some passerby. loud enough to have crept through the cracked window of his apartment, it still seems faded to his ear. his eyes, still enjoying how seungjun has dropped himself over the table among an undeniably excessive amount of soju bottles and beer cans that have overflown onto the floor, enjoys the glow his brother holds and the newer tattoos inscribed onto his skin. sanggil’s own hand had been holding onto a bottle, half drunk, when he gently set it down on the table.

another sharp sound. this time, his gaze locks with jun’s as his hand slowly slides over the coffee table they’d been sitting across from. before anything can be said, a gesture is made. his lashes, long and dark, frame a very darkened gaze. his chin raises just enough that he’s gazing down at his brother when soft, yet slightly scarred fingers, grip his jaw and hold his drunken head up proper. with that touch of crude intimacy (or calculated risk), he finally releases his tongue.

“ try and make me, coward ”

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texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

[pseudonyist-deactivated20200830]

wishbzne‌:

“you complain of being lonely, but you reject the whole world”

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‘  call  me  friend ,  but  keep  me  closer .  ’ - Six

lyrics drabbles/starters | still accepting 

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dangerous. so fucking dangerous. only their gazes are locked, but it’s as if a prison has been built around sanggil, dragging with it the weight of a past he’d much rather forget. his body does not move and instead lies frozen under the devil’s temptation. his only solace in a most uncharacteristic moment of despair? six’s eyes. far, so far, from the brown pools he’d fallen prey to long ago. 

it’s unlikely six has any idea the weight of his actions have on sanggil’s memory, but that hardly excuses his behavior or the charge of his words. as such, bodies lie tense. tension had escalated and called forth a release. neither party seems to be willing to give in and to sanggil such a thing would be akin to signing his very own death sentence. no, not again. he won’t be fooled again.  sanggil had been sitting on the couch, legs spread and body relaxed. six had been on the floor, opting for a cushion that had dropped, but they now faced each other. on his knees, the other had come right past his defenses and claimed without hesitation a territory sanggil had securely (weakly) closed off to all others. the bottle of soju they’d been sharing was still in his hand. his grip had tightened, a bit more and the bottle would burst. perhaps the pain would shock him. it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d spilled blood just to run away.  fuck. how long had it been? 2 years? no.. much longer. roles reversed, he’d been playing the part of the wolf. only, this story didn’t quite end as a child’s would.  they lived in a twisted world where little pigs gobbled wolves for their dinner and although the cards at play were far from those tossed in the past, his heart tugged and tore at his chest for an escape.get up. jump. push. kick. anything, just get h i m away. “the only ones I hold closer..”                                   but sanggil doesn’t run anymore. he fights.

                                                      “are my enemies.” 

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(    *    & .    —    BILLIE  EILISH  LYRICS .

‘  don’t  you  know  i’m  no  good  for  you ?  ’

‘  nothing  ever  stops  you  leaving .  ’

‘  i  could  lie ,  say  i  like  it  like  that .  ’

‘  don’t  you  know  too  much  already ?  ’

‘  i’ll  only  hurt  you  if  you  let  me .  ’

‘  call  me  friend ,  but  keep  me  closer .  ’

‘  nothing  is  better  sometimes .  ’

‘  let  me  let  you  go .  ’

‘  i  just  wish  you  could  feel  what  you  say .  ’

‘  i  know  you  too  well .  ’

‘  if  ‘ i  love  you ’  was  a  promise ,  would  you  break  it  if  you’re  honest ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  be  you  anymore .  ’

‘  losing  feeling  is  getting  old .  ’

‘  only  you  know  the  way  that  i  break .  ’

‘  if  we  were  meant  to  be ,  we  would’ve  been  by  now .  ’

‘  all  i  see  is  him  right  now .  ’

‘  go  ahead  and  watch  my  heart  burn  with  the  fire  that  you  started  in  me ,  but  i’ll  never  let  you  back  to  put  it  out .  ’

‘  your  love  feels  so  fake .  ’

‘  if  i  could  get  to  sleep ,  i  would  have  slept  by  now .  ’

‘  when  you  call  my  name ,  do  you  think  i’ll  come  running ?  ’

‘  so  good  at  giving  me  nothing .  ’

‘  when  you  close  your  eyes ,  do  you  picture  me ?  ’

‘  you  should  see  me  in  a  crown .  ’

‘  your  silence  is  my  favorite  sound .  ’

‘  i  like  the  way  they  all  scream .  ’

‘  i  think  you’re  pretty .  ’

‘  i’m  not  your  baby .  ’

‘  where’s  my  mind ?  ’

‘  what  an  expensive  fate .  ’

‘  my  v  is  for  vendetta .  ’

‘  thought  that  i’d  feel  better ,  but  now  i  got  a  bellyache .  ’

‘  i  wear  my  noose  like  a  necklace .  ’

‘  i  wanna  make  ‘em  scared .  ’

‘  don’t  be  cautious ,  don’t  be  kind .  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong  to  anyone .  ’

‘  by  the  way ,  you’ve  been  uninvited .  ’

‘  why  so  sad ,  bunny ?  ’

‘  call  me  calloused ,  call  me  cold .  ’

‘  you  better  love  me .  ’

‘  i  would  hate  to  see  you  go .  ’

‘  i  hate  to  be  the  one  that  told  you  so .  ’

‘  you  just  crossed  the  line ,  you’ve  run  out  of  time .  ’

‘  sorry ,  sorry ,  i’m  sorry ,  sorry …  sike .  ’

‘  wake  up  and  smell  the  coffee .  ’

‘  is  your  cup  half  full  or  empty ?  ’

‘  i  love  it  when  you’re  awfully  quiet .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  keep  it  quiet .  ’

‘  i  know  it  makes  you  nervous ,  but  i  promise  you  it’s  worth  it .  ’

‘  i  promise  you  it’s  worth  it  to  show  ‘em  everything  you  kept  inside .  ’

‘  too  shy  to  say ,  but  i  hope  you  stay .  ’

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@ofkngs he was knocked under faster than he could reply. his hands grabbed onto the edge, fingers curling against marble. he hardly had a moment to gasp, as previously his brothers jest had bitterly stung at a heart he liked to pretend he did not house at his chest, and he had been about to protest. he splashes, water dripping over the smooth white surface and onto the tile floors. with a solid kick to his brother’s side, he finally pulls himself up and out from under the raucous surface. he breaks out panting, dark black hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks. a bit of leftover mascara drags down his cheeks and connects two bruises at his jaw. he rubs his face with one hand, breath heavy while he pants and laughs. “fuckin’ hell--- you’re an asshole you know that?” there’s not s single hint of resentment in his tone, much less so while he splashes at his brother again. this time he makes sure to get his whole face-- ears, nose and all. pushing his hair back with another hand, he lays on his back at the end of his tub and glances right over at seungjun with an impish yet wide smile. “go ahead, Junshi, ruin me to your liking.” 

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there’s a tinge of disappointment in his gaze for a moment at his brothers lackluster response. he remembers a day where he’d have really enjoyed the sight of sanggil sprawled out over marble or decked in gold down to his toe, but  perhaps the material had lost its novelty on his brother. however, sanggil still found it exquisite and tender on the skin.stretching an arm over the edge of it, he caressed the surface as he would a treasure. his long fingers moved back and forth in lazy strokes, adoration clearly present with every touch.  having enjoyed his brother’s smile, he’d become a little more appeased. his disappointment was quickly forgotten in favour of draping a very lazy gaze over his brothers form in the tub. something about it was nostalgic and it would suffice to say a warmth had filled his chest. it was a relaxing feeling, enough for his body to lose tension and sink into the water to where their legs touched.  “clean?” now, he was definitely past any ill feelings. the laugh that left his lips was genuine and rather energetic for his sluggish manner. he couldn’t help but splash some water his way in disbelief.  “as if anyone could scrub away the grime of my past--” he looked right at him, lids heavy and expression rather intense despite how relaxed his body was as he reclined sideways on tub. “am I not filthy enough for you?”  @ofkngs

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let’s continue.. @sybillinee he’d tried, with little effort, but he had tried to move six to the bed or at the least rouse him enough to get him to drag his own weight. however, six slept like the dead and the weight was much more than that of a corpse. to be fair, sanggil has actually moved corpses, but drunk? never. he didnt take those sort of jobs lightly. sanggil might have been too drunk himself, but his arms had felt like weak strings when he’d tried to move the other, so without any regret he’d let him lie on the floor and continue his sleep. meanwhile, he’d barely made it to the couch himself. when he woke the next morning, he’d forgotten six was on his floor all through washing his face and starting up his coffee machine. he only realized the other still lay on the floor when he’d nearly tripped over his legs walking back from the kitchen to the couch. it was with that realization, he decided to make food. it was the least he could do to appease the other’s temper once they woke up, which despite appearances (him looking like a corpse and all) would be inevitable. when the moment came, the scent of fish and sautéed vegetables with mushrooms filled the kitchen while straying into the living room, thus bringing the other out in calm rather than rage.   “mm? oh, I’m glad something pleases you” for once. sanggil really couldn’t believe the amount of things six found to his distaste. however, it definitely made for moments like these to be sweeter, more so when he was directly or indirectly involved. “you drank as much as I and then more.. so trust me, I understand your plight.” He moved from the stove to serve a mug of coffee then add a very small amount of sugar. “here, this will help to a degree, but you might as well chug some water too.” sanggil was exhausted as well. his head throbbed. he was on his second cup of coffee and third bottle of water. he’d been pissing every couple of minutes (to his annoyance) and did not enjoy having to wear briefs inside his own home, even with company around. speaking of, he had settled for his favorite, plush robe which lay open on his body. his chest was bare, tattoos exposed at his chest, sides and neck. he had a slim body, but a bit of muscular tone that had been returning with his current activities keeping him as active as he’d been years ago. “do you want your egg runny or cooked through?”

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“you sound like you’re very near to realizing something pretty important.” 

he remains hushed a moment longer before expanding on his previous statement as his gaze drifts to the sky then back to her just was some wind picks up some of her hair. his own sways, almost wishing it held her length so it too could rise up high and make a mess of itself.  “you’re a rebel. you’re not meant to be contained... controlled.” he thought similarly of himself, save for an exemption, a single man he’d always be loyal to.

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“it’s pretty.. I guess.” he hates regrets; the few he holds sanggil pushes so deep within the recesses of his mind and body that he almost believes none exist. with a soft sigh and a small towel being pried out of his back pocket, he dusts off the window so he can then lean on it without all the gross dust settling on his shirt. he’d already made the mistake of getting on his pants (which he now was trying to dust off). “but happiness is temporary, much like pain. however, happiness harsher. at the end of happiness you always feel pain wrenching you apart. if it’s just a bit of sorrow and struggle again and again.. you never feel.. betrayed. you know just what is coming.” they’ve deviated, but his guards have lowered just a tid bit. an alluring development. perfect for her own guards to drop. 

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13 @ six

          The    room    was    heavy    with    rage,    all    three    bodies    within    the    room    were    either    bitter    about    the    situation    or    at    the    ruler ;    their    father.    Nameless    glared    as    he    stood    in    front    of    his    younger    brother,    Six ; “I    can’t    allow    you    to    bypass    me    and    marry    him    off    first!”    Despite    the    anger    in    his    voice,    it    was    all    worry    for    the    younger    Beast    brother.    Six    was    not    prepared    to    be    shipped    off    to    some    kingdom,    he    was    a    warrior,    not    a    ruler    and    Six    himself    would    admit    this    himself.

         “Quiet    child.”    The    rulers’    voice    spoke,    rumbling    their    rib    cages    as    he    pushed    his    grotesque    body    from    the    chair. “Marrying    him    off    to    the    Kingdom    of    Go    bring    us    the    proper    resources    we    need    to    continue    taking    over    the    lands    around    us.”    Snake-like    pupils    took    in    the    sights    of    his    last    remaining    offspring,    if    he    didn’t    do    something    soon    it    was    possible    he’d    lose    these    two    as    well.    Losing    them    meant    leaving    Earth    and    setting    up    once    again    in    another    world,    far    too    much    work.

         “Father,    Six    is    not    equi–”

         “Silence.”

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@aniimvs  sanggil was not able to view the spirits unless they showed themselves to him, but it’s without a doubt that something lies beside the woman his eyes have fallen onto. he’s curious, body leaning forward as he tries to focus his eyes on her. it’s upon that closer inspection that he realizes something that sparks a devious yet pleasant shiver at his neck.  among the rain, the wind, the torrential amount of water pouring.. somehow barely soaks the young girl. oh, there’s definitely something amiss and without hesitation he’s already turned his back to her in lieu of his search. it wont take very long for him to travel the building and descend to the streets. keeping her position and coat memorized, he waits impatiently as the elevator takes him to his mark. whomever she was, he would not be letting her go. with a long stride and an assistant following closely behind, he heads out to the street without worry for rain or wind. he sees her just across and with anticipation and a twisted excitement in his stomach, he lurks closer. his assistant follows just behind him, a pale and tall man in a raincoat with a large umbrella extended out towards sanggil so he may not be caught in the rain. he also carries a second umbrella which he hands to sanggil as they cross the street.  the closer he is, the softer his aura becomes. a smile slithers up to his lips, and the charm is revved. with the kindest tone, he excuses himself through the crowd to her and extends the umbrella he’d brought.  “miss, if you stand there any longer.. I’m afraid you’ll both catch a cold and scare the customers away.”

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@pseudonyist “a lot can make me mad, but something tells me none of those are things you’d do.” he muses for a moment, eyes trailing off towards the cafe just across the street. it wasn’t very full and the lights were dim, so he figured the other likely did not mean that one. “not that one, I hope--” he turns to gesture before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “is it the one on the avenue? near the big, big mall ad?” he’s trying to map out the other business in the location, but all he can think of is how pour business is for him in that part of town. unlikely he’d be able to pull off any sales or drops for that matter. he really enjoyed a nice side hustle, but at this rate it seemed like he’d be spending, not making. 

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@frostbvte thanks for the reply!  sanggi’s at home as would a bat be in its natural cave, so it’s easy to see how fluidly he moves about. without as much a second thought, he’d dropped on a dusty old couch and pulled out a pipe and plastic grinder. poppin’ it open lends him relief; the smell always quick to relax him. he’s eager for the thc he’s about to enjoy, but also quite interested in the other’s nightmares. he’s listened to a couple of them in the past, and he can’t help but feel more at ease with his own. sometimes it’s quite easy to forget the haunting images he’s experienced aren’t the only ones. there are others quite like him, restless. “mm, I dont get them a lot-- but I did have someone come in and bless the space. Have you ever tried that? I feel like.. I got my money’s worth? If I’m honest-- right?” he’s busy packing a small bowl, pipe slightly held above his knees (just between them). “do you want some of this? or--” he’s open to sharing, but he wants to know how much he ought to pack. 

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         Janus had stayed quiet, an amused expression on his face that only became more animated at the mention of gossip in their shared industry. “Ohhh, you want to gossip after you compliment me?” The word ‘compliment’ was said with air quotes, a brow raised as he gave the other the kind of look that said they should have thought that through. “I guess i will share some interesting news since you did call me the best… Someone else who usually sent me gifts just like you recently… Disappeared.” The man said, setting down his cup. “Authorities can’t seem to find him, where he could possibly go or if anything has happened to him. Weird, right?”  @qnsrgm

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@nevstcries  Shit. Not the kind of gossip he was hoping for, as it certainly means trouble for him. He wasnt responsible for that death (it’d be simpler if he had), so that leaves an unknown figure taking out competition. His, competition, but as probabilities had it he was likely part of that category. He shifts a bit uncomfortably, the gears turning immediately. “So they’ve been keeping on eye on the drops? You wouldnt... have me compromised, would you?” Voice is threatening, but his stance relaxes and he smiles. He’d not have anyone feel alarmed around them, more so if they were being watched. However, he wasn’t about to let Janus go without his usual reminder. “You’ve seen firsthand what happens when I dont get along with someone. It’s so.. messy.”