STRIKER TYPE

[psychckinetics-deactivated20151]

just a little something to satisfy my own seha/seulbi needs;;v;; big thanks to ❤ yukkens ❤ for helping me out with the animation!! and seha-lee for RPing some cutes with me ❤

[seha-lee]

an ear-piercing tonality severs the silence prior bound to their station with ease, alluding to an unfortunate & common circumstance only he’d be afflicted by; GAME OVER! the announcer sounded aloud ( the heavy kongle not the slightest bit uplifting ) with the cheesy game over card displaying cheesy low res gore, it only furthered to make him feel inferior, besting the equivalent in reality with ease, yet still bested by his game... this probably wouldn’t have happened if he’d had more time to grind instead of trying to progress hastily.

a heavy sigh precedes the aforementioned scream with a fatigued shaking of his head,  “ dammit, i’ll never finish this game at this rate... ” 

[nexonkr]

[timetracing-blog]

[seha-lee]

timetracing:

❝:: TREAD FORGET-LESS; TIME art one greedy gambler who will win at EACH turn of the wheel, INDEFINITELY, without cheating. such is the LAW. the day decays, the NIGHT encroaches. the thirst of the abyss knows no end; the hourglass drains.

                                    IND. TRANSFORM PATH ADD ROLEPLAY BLOG                                                                      ( TrT/DiE )                                                  art credit

      WRITTEN BY TYLER

[seha-lee]

“ hmm, it looks like the wolfdogs have a hobo designing their outfits. or maybe the good will donation box was just too full. ”

[seha-lee]

SWEETHEART ♥ 

She is hardly ever impatient, but this time is one of the very few moments that her calm demeanor is just on the verge of being broken. But hearing him stammer is more than enough to push herself to break his (already cracked) armor. With a little crease in her eyebrows, and the smallest pout adorning her lips, she lets go of his jacket for a fraction of a second.

She, instead, moves to hold his face, two thumbs against his cheek and delicate fingers forcing him to look her in the eye. Her face moves closer, hopefully tempting him, and she asks with hidden conviction, “Are you sure, Seha?” /

& within’ the instance pallid tissue is graced with her luminescence, her BENIGN fingertips, his blockades of conviction are swiftly met with a crumbling demise, the alluring floods of her tantalizing temptation besting his velleity in spades. bound no longer by suffocating restraint, he hastes in gestures of PASSION he’d bereft her of; taking her waist with feverish a grip around her rear ( lust vocalizing from the action ), & strawberry titillation decorating his own cheeks, he met closure with encroaching the gap betwixt their lips, for that SANCTUM brevity they both cherished. unintentional leaning & tightening grip finding a subconscious leak into his passionate gesture ( unable to requite such infatuation after denying even himself for so long ). in the now present situation, words seem meaningless, even if prior she expressed concern pon’ his afflictions.

[seha-lee]

“ maybe ‘ hot chocolate ‘ just wants to be called ‘ beautiful chocolate ‘ sometimes. ”

[seha-lee]

[sksnfhsjs]

create your own home!

[seha-lee]

pastel-astronaut:

i found this great site that lets you create 3d models and floor plans of custom homes! you can even put in furniture and customize wallpapers/floors!! it has everything you could ask for!! you can use it make ref pictures of your oc homes or just make your dream house!

this is what i manged to make

[seha-lee]

SWEETHEART ♥  

Desperate times call for desperate measures. If he wasn’t going to give them to her, she might as well take it from him… Turning to face him, she moves closer and pulls at the lapels of his jacket, her face concentrated and determined, earnestly staring at him.

“You don’t seem pleased at all, Seha,” she comments, knowing full well he’s on the verge of giving her what she wants. And with a slight drawl to her words, she continues, “Is there anything I can do to help you?” She still does feel guilty, but this way, she’s sure the both of them will be pleased with the outcome.

that dependence tightening in her grip on his suit weighed heavily on him ( feeling more like a grip on his heart, really ). that coyness in her body language vocalized more than her voice ever managed & never failed to dig deep & play with his mind. illuminating cheeks expressed his weakness for her ( his one & only ) but instinct told him to quickly shy that visage from her gaze, refusing to let her see his weakness.

it always hurt him to be blunt about her mistakes ( a testament to their love ), “ ahhh-- not pleased? i-it’s nothing, honest... ” he’d begin, but her finishing thought sent chills through his spine, showing even more cracks in his already crumbling facade, “ a-anything-- i-i mean... ” there was no way to finish his thought; he was far too gone in that bizarre twist of infatuation & petty frustration to bring forth cognitive thought. if anything, he merely held his gaze still abroad her own, still denying what she wanted most.

[seha-lee]

striker. I’ll actually be heading off to bed now; today was a long long day for me umu;; but being able to talk to & roleplay with my favorite Seulbi managed to cheer me up alot! Goodnight everyone, I hope everyone’s night’s are swell!

[seha-lee]

CUTIE PATOOT ♥ 

She swallows her small wail of anguish, unsure whether the cause from his displeasure, or the fact that she wouldn’t be receiving any kisses. Guilt swallows her up at this point, she had nearly forgotten about blaming Yuri and it slipped her mind entirely, until this time.

“Seha, I’m sorry..”  Seulbi clasps her hands together, wringing them worriedly. She looks up at him with a kicked puppy-like demeanor, watery blue eyes and a pout that could kill (something brought innately from hanging with Yuri).

ah, those enchanting aquamarine eyes her gaze employed, he knows himself, if he stared too long into that bewitching gaze, he’d inevitably fall victim to it’s illustrious charming ways ( much as he always did ). he shakes his head & merely walks around her playing hard to get he wouldn’t forgive her so easily  ( though it was guaranteed he would eventually, no doubt ).

“ ahh, just-- don’t worry about it, alright? i’ll apologize to Yuri... ” another sigh, followed by a hand reaching to scratch the back of his head, “ & work on my data on my down time... ” still avoiding her prized evening kisses.

[seha-lee]

“ s-so that’s what happened! i tore off yuri’s ear-- and-- and-- ” an elongated sigh, filled with anguishing revelations, escaped his lips.

“i lost 37 hours and 27 minutes worth of game time because of that mess up... ” he’s too tired to be actually angry with you, Seulbi, but you can rest assured he certainly won’t be stopping by your room to grant you any good night wishes &, or, kisses tonight. mostly because he’d torn off Yuri’s ear believing you.

[seha-lee]

i’m also late because i purposely oversleep because i stay up all night playing video games but lets focus on the lesser explored excuses of why i always manage to be fashionably late

[seha-lee]

🍎 (*ꈍ꒳ꈍ*)

For every 🍎 I get, my muse must confess one of their sins.

with overt strain upon his features, he managed his confession only due to the fact he’s not meeting her in the eyes, rather, he’s locked his view pon’ his handheld. “ i think about you when i shower, that’s part the reason i’m late to role call… ” a confession riddled in ambiguity ( as well as hastily spoken ), but a confession nonetheless.

[roleplayers-ink]

For every 🍎 I get, my muse must confess one of their sins.

[seha-lee]

thinks about seha/seulbi retired.... thinks about seulbi asking seha to move in with her since it’d just be the two of them....... thinks about seha & seulbi sharing a bed....... thinks about seha comforting seulbi durring nightmares............... thinks about seulbi waking up to good morning kisses from seha.....................