my siren's song

Whoever said money can't solve your problems Must not have had enough MONEY to solve 'em They say, "Which one?" I say, "Nah, I want a l l of 'em" Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms

[soulbcnds]

MOVING BLOGS, SOULBCNDS UPDATE

so I’m moving blogs to one that’s more organized and not a whole fucking mess like it is now ( because I’m never sure what to do ) and I’ll pretty much be taking over specific threads to this one and the rest will be dropped. if you want your specific thread to be brought over, feel free to come to me and I’ll make a note of it. all standing ships will be continued and I’m going to be more picky about who I write with / follow to make sure I’m comfy. if you want the link to my new blog you can like this too -- otherwise, feel free to unfollow this blog starting now.

[innersanctvm]

genesis 1:3

          and god said,“let there be light,” and there was light.           god  saw that the light was good,  and he separated           the light from the darkness.

                                             multimuse ▪ indie ▪ selective

                                             ☨

[soulbcnds]

trcubleseeker·:

seungwoo watched her closely, already beginning to lose his patience. the remarks about his appearance weren’t helping her case any. he let out a sigh at the ‘space pirate kind of look’ remark. he narrows his functional eye on her the moment she brought up her pussy. he’d heard vulgar language like this from girls a plenty - though the majority of the time, it was from one very pink-haired and annoying individual. “my men are reliable. the trainees? are not. did you ask him for his age before you two procreated, or was that not a concern to you?” he asks, crossing his arms.  he didn’t know how to handle this girl - she was a firecracker, much like jiah. he wasn’t sure of how else to get her to talk other than intimidation. he pulled the knife down, and since she clearly didn’t seem intimidated by him. he would try one more thing. and then waterboarding. 

 he strolled forward, casually twirling the knife in his hand before leaning close enough to aggressively cut through her clothing - all the while doing his best to avoid snagging the ropes. after her shirt had been sliced open, next was the skirt. he reached for the straps of the panties wrapped around her and cut them off, the fabric falling. “let’s see how magic that pussy of yours is, then, if you managed to bewitch my men with it.” there was a cruel smirk on his lips now, knowing it was going to get cold tonight and this storage container they’d stored her in wasn’t going to be very forgiving. “how do you think you’ll be surviving the night now, miss magic pussy? i hear it’s going to get very cold. if you tell me what you know about what we do here, your night might get better. if not… i’ll be back. maybe. maybe not.” he shrugged his shoulders, letting out a yawn.

“procreation is the idea that I got pregnant, do you think I’d allow myself to carry the child of someone too stupid to count to ten?” laughter filters through her lips at the very idea -- hui yin was someone with a lot more experience in the matters of life than she was sure he was giving her. people like him were cautious but they always underestimated her and her resilience. if the sex traffickers couldn’t break her then what made him think that he could? she wasn’t going to laugh in his face just yet though...she would save that for when she escaped these ropes, her hands barely making any motion as she works to loosen them slowly but surely. she’d seen better knots. 

“I’ve heard it tastes better.” she immediately coos at him, unaffected by the man who was slowly undressing her. piece by piece, her milky skin slowly become more and more revealed until there was nothing left protecting her from the view of the one eyed ogre in front of her. “maybe you should try it out, let’s see how far I can loosen your tongue too.” it’s a challenge that she knows will go unmet, he’s a stiff with a sadistic streak but she doesn’t imagine he’ll go so far. no, he’s more interested in what she knows about him and his organization. “hui yin.” she offers by way of explanation of her name, cocking her head to the side. “let me tell you something, cha seungwoo.” 

she pauses for a single moment, righting herself so she’s looking directly into his face. “I promise you I’ll be out of here by the time the sunrises.” and then she smiles again, washing away all traces of seriousness. “I don’t work for anyone, by the way.” 

[soulbcnds]

lovedhearts·:

  —-  minyoung  wouldn’t  show  it ,  but  he  was  flattered  by  her  validation ,  and  his  ego  instantly  grew  a  few  sizes .  he  could  tell  the  situation  was  no  laughing  matter ,  though ,  so  he  decided  to  drop  it  …  &  that  was  the  first  time  in  YEARS  he’d  read  a  situation  correctly ,  considering  the  girl’s  next  words  were  anything  but  good  news .  minyoung  raised  his  eyebrows  for  a  split  second ,  trying  to  understand  how  painful  that  would  be ,  but  he’d  never  had  a  best  friend  ( or  a  boyfriend ) ,  so  his  attempt  at  empathy  wasn’t  as  bountiful  as  he’d  hoped .  still ,  he  tried  to  console  her  as  well  as  a  stranger  could  possibly  console  someone  who’d  lost  two  of  their  most  important  relationships  on  the  same  night  :  ❝it’s  weird  of  him .  and  pretty  disgusting . ❞  the  man  looked  in  the  distance  &  furrowed  his  eyebrows ,  thinking  about  what  he’d  say  next ,  trying  not  to  fuck  up  too  badly  …  though  that  was  inevitable .  ❝your  ‘ BEST  FRIEND ‘  wasn’t  much  better .  during  a  party ,  huh  …  what  are  you  gonna  do  now ??  it’d  be  a  shame  if  you  spent  the  rest  of  the  night  alone  … …   that  …  that  sounded  a  little  creepy ,  didn’t  it ?? ❞

she doesn’t know why she’s admitted this to the handsome stranger who had adopted her nearly laid back position, dark orbs looking out over the apartment building that was littered with lights directly in front of them. “I’m not really surprised....I have a terrible love life usually.” she admits with a soft sigh, looking down to the ground and watching tiny specs move to and fro in an attempt to get somewhere. wasn’t it so odd how you could see so many people and know nothing about them? “which is weird because I’m actually one of the top matchmakers in the entire country....I have a 99% approval rating but when it comes to my own love life? I’m blind.” and she had a type -- assholes, bad boys, people who made her feel special for a limited amount of time and then used her to make themselves feel better about where they were in life. whats better than a successful woman willing to drop to someone else’s level? “it doesn’t sound creepy.” she assures him, a small smile playing on the edges of her lips as she finally looks back at him. “are you offering to spend time with me? can I ask why?”

[soulbcnds]

SOULBCNDS TO DO LIST 19.02.03

bop to micdrop

change my mascot

change my url

make an official post of ships 

changing around some of my pages

adding some muses 

make my gif icon blog

unfollowing some blogs to make me feel comfy

following new blogs to make new friends

answer all of the nsfw memes in my askbox

respond to waiting threads

love on @trcubleseeker and @innersanctvm

[soulbcnds]

innersanctvm·:

Most of his armor had been removed before, with the help of an apprentice, but he had kept the sangu until that moment. The vambrace was the first the go, hitting the stone flooring of the bath house with a loud clunk. Following was the kusazuri, his tasse - the knots tying the armor to his belt were loose enough that he managed to rid himself of it on his own. Last was the suneate, the lightest piece, but these were tied much tighter around his shins. Still, he managed to remove them and unwrap the cuffs of his pants in time for the woman to come help him with his belt.

The general wasn’t shy about the way he watched her fingers undo the knots on the silk. He was particularly attracted to that feature of hers, but it was hard not to notice how much the delicate skin seemed to be suffering under Inhyeon’s new routine in the camp. She was the one responsible for washing and fixing his clothes from the moment she was assigned as his personal servant, but he had noticed before how the blood was never completely washed out and the rips were never properly patched.

He clicked his tongue, suddenly annoyed when she took longer than necessary to untie his pants - noble women really weren’t fit for any form work.

Pushing her away with an arm, he walked to the sliding door and opened it hastily to grab the short sword he had left just outside the bath house. He closed the door again, bringing the sword inside with him only to pull it out of the sheath and cut the sash around his waist with a swift motion. The weapon, too, was discarded to the ground after he got rid of hakama. “Can’t you be helpful at least once?” Haruo barked at the woman in korean, just to make sure he was understood.

Hastiness never really brought him anything good and, before he could stop himself, the wounds on his back were starting to open and bleed again. “Unbelievable,” the general muttered under his breath, tugging at the bun on the top of his head to let his hair fall heavily over his shoulders. The rest of his clothes were discarded on the way to the ofuro. Using a bamboo canister to pick up the water, he washed out the grime and, only then, entered the tub.

she is taken by surprise when he pushes her away, stumbling on the hem of her kimono and taking a single moment to glare daggers his way -- if looks could kill, the general would have been dead a long time ago. he was the very bane of her existence, the most annoying being on the entire planet that was put on this earth merely to torment her for her wrong doings. if she had simply been born a man, perhaps her death could have come sooner on the battlefield and she could have been spared this injustice. instead she was treated like a common woman and forced to do tasks beneath her, forced to take his insults likely.

dark eyes drop down to the sword that lays close to her feet and she has to steady her breathing so she doesn’t impulsively pick the heavy weapon up and run it threw him. the temptation is so sweet she can nearly taste it but she knows that his years in battle would merely earn her a painful death...but even still, was it better than this sham of a life? “I would rather die than give you what you want.” she harks back immediately in Japanese, using informal language just to try and piss him off. she is better than him, she will always be better than him, and when she returns to korea she will never forget this slight. 

she looks upwards as she waits for him to enter and only when he is seated and out of her sight does she dare to go forward -- carefully she moves a stool to where he sits with his bleeding back to her and produces a comb. it’s obvious in her movements with the way she gathers his hair, none too gently, and yanks just a tad bit to ‘get the knots out’ before she drags a comb through the admittedly beautiful strands. it is her only revenge as she furrows her eyebrows and glares down to her task, ebony sliding over pale skin. 

“I will have to call the healer after....your back is unsavory to behold.” she wrinkles her nose as she works away the tangles so that she may help him wash it. 

[soulbcnds]

mrninglory·:

            yongguk almost doesn’t expect her to heed his instructions. there’s a part of him that hopes this is nothing more than an innocent helping session but part of him knows better. there’s no helping innocence after the last time they were together. when she’s sat on the edge of his desk, eyes gaze up only for a moment. ‘ tell me the question & what part you don’t understand, ’ he’s trying his best to focus on the papers he’s currently grading but it’s proving difficult as his gaze constantly drifts towards minnie. ‘ & why were you distracted ?? you should learn how to focus. ’

she carefully drops the syllabus to where he can see it, pointing to the first prompt there that she had decided to expand upon -- she was actually really bad at this school thing and she was halfway worried about failing his class...but the other part had fun teasing him so it was a bad mix. “I just want to know what kind of format we’re using for this one....the regular one ? or is it the new one you just showed us a couple days ago?” she tilts her head as she looks at him, carefully crossing one leg over the other and causing her skirt to ride up just a tad bit. all measured, all calculating. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you yongguk.” she breathes, voice soft. “you’re all I’ve been thinking about actually.” 

[soulbcnds]

trcubleseeker·:

kiyoung always watched biyu when she practiced - he’s never missed a session, except for when he’s sick. even on the days where she doesn’t do well and injures herself. on those days, he leaves warm tea and cold compresses for her, along with anonymous notes telling her she did great today. she’s walking home with an injury, so kiyoung knows he has to follow her home tonight to protect her. it was a fairly uneventful walk back, part of their usual routine (though biyu had no idea that kiyoung was apart of that routine) until they’re stopped by three thugs. kiyoung feels frozen, in that moment. he was not a fighter. he was a runner, but he couldn’t run from this. biyu’s life was in danger. he stepped forward out from behind the trashcans to stand in front of her. “leave her alone! she’s with me, and she knows taekwondo.” after spitting out those short sentences, he turned towards her and grabbed her hand, beginning to run with her hand-in-hand.

she is completely and utterly surprised by the appearance of the other -- he is standing firmly between her and the now amused trio of men who had been looking at her like she was something to eat. “kiy-” she begins softly, only to be taken aback by the sudden pull of her hand that turns into both of them sprinting away from her captors and back the way she had originally come. there is soreness in her arm but she just tries to control her breathing until they are eventually far enough away that she can kind of tug him into slowing down. her breathing is labored and she falls a bit, resting on her legs as she gasps for air. “k-kiyoung...” she manages after a moment, doe like eyes looking at her unsuspecting savior. “t-thank you....I was...I was so...scared...” 

[soulbcnds]

trcubleseeker·:

daeho feels terrible. he was a hypocrite, through and through. he had understood the yui on the phone, he was able to relate to her and her problems - reassured her that sugaring didn’t make her dirty or a bad person if she had other people to support aside from her self. if she was trying to get herself to a better place in life. but he had never said such kind and reassuring things to the real yui. he perceived her to a serpent underneath a flower, a succubus draining the lifeforce from any man she could get her hands on - and that was why he didn’t care for her. what was even worse was that she never looked his way, not even once. he remembers seeing her cozied up to some of his artists in the studio, daeho meeting yui’s eyes with intensity before going back to ignoring them and sitting in his chair to work on music, pretending as if they weren’t making out while he was busy trying to get work done.

he lets out a sniff, the rain beginning to pour and thoroughly soaking his clothes. it was cold as all hell, but holding yui made it more bearable. he really was sorry, but he didn’t know if he was capable of expressing that in words. he’d never been good with them. that’s why talking to her on the phone was so easy - he could tell her every thought that went on in his head and knew she wouldn’t judge him for it.  her confession leaves him breathless, causing him to move a hand to the back of her neck to bring her in for a forceful and passionate kiss, the rain still pouring down on their heads. he wasn’t good with words, but hopefully his actions were enough. he pulled back, pressing a few more soft kisses to her lips. in a million years, he never thought he’d be kissing yui. her lips were soft and inviting, and completely the opposite of what he was expecting.

“yui. i promise you, it’s not a fucking ploy. i’m being serious, and i want you.. i just. you never.. you never looked at me, you know?” he lets out a bitter, broken-sounding laugh. “not even once. i never hated you, yui. it would be so much easier if i did,” he confesses, raising a hand to cup her cheek in his palm. he was terrified right now, but he knew that she was more scared than he was. daeho wasn’t good at relationships, or people. he was reclusive and grouchy, and got lost in the little world inside of his head too easily but yui always seemed to be able to pull him out of it. he needed her, and that’s what scared him. “what can i do to get you to believe me?”

she doesn’t know what it is that she expects him to do, tears and anxiety mixing on her face as she stares into his eyes but it certainly wasn’t that. his hand finds purchase on her neck and within moments she can feel his mouth insistent against her own -- they are warm, soft, inviting and her eyes flutter shut almost instantly. her hands carefully find purchase against his soaked shirt, balling the fabric in her fingers as she tries to keep him as close as she can. there is so much said without being said, lips yielding to his as he sets the pace for their interaction. his taste mingles with his scent and for a moment she feels dizzy, lost in silent communication until he finally pulls away and she’s left with her eyes closed and her heart pounding in her ears. “how am I supposed to think when you leave me dizzy?” 

she’s steadying her breath, focusing on the way the cold rain pierces her and makes her shudder against his form. she hasn’t released her grip on his shirt yet but she finally reopens her eyes and focuses them on him instead. it’s like she’s really seeing him for the first time. “I didn’t look at you...because the first interaction we had you were rude to me...” she admits with unsurprising honesty -- she’d seen him in passing and had found him attractive at first but he had called her out their very first encounter and she had steeled herself against him. “I always wondered what I did to make you hate me so much...but I was so used to it...very few people see beyond what I am the first time...” 

it had only been in complete anonymity that she had mentioned her hardships...who would have guessed it was him? “I believe you daeho...” she admits softly, barely heard over the pouring rain as she finally sighs. “let’s get out of the rain....I’m freezing...” she mentions finally, teeth chattering as dark strands stick to the side of her face. “my apartment is actually really close...we can walk....but we gotta walk quickly okay?” she tells him, releasing her hold on his shirt only to find purchase against his hand and begin leading him the route to her home -- she didn’t want to be there any longer...she wanted to be warm and dry...they could talk more there.

[soulbcnds]

trcubleseeker·:

youngbae is not going refute that - mostly because a) it seemed like the truth and b) there was a naked girl in front of him. all brain function beyond a certain point stops all together when pretty women are involved. the truth was that youngbae wasn’t nearly as experienced as he made himself out to be. he had made his last girlfriend cry the first time they had sex together because he was too big and she wasn’t wet enough, and it made him feel guilty enough to stop asking for sex for a while, until their sex life evolved into only giving head. it got stale, and she ended up swapping him out for a newer model anyway. someone more handsome and with his life put together. he feels out of his element, on the inside - but he’s trying to keep up with somi’s pace and be the man that she needs.

youngbae let out an unrestrained, low groan when she sinks down further on his length and it takes more willpower than it aught to to not fuck into the warm wetness of her mouth to make her choke around him. she was good at this - too good, because youngbae can’t even remember the last time he had someone suck him off, much less with this much skill. he watches her work, his free hand raising up to trace around somi’s lips with his fingertips to wipe away the dribbling saliva. the fire pooling low in his belly was well and truly ablaze now, and his mind was running away with all the things he wanted to do to her and with her this weekend. “fuck, yeah. get it nice and wet. and then we can see to that pretty cunt of yours,” he promises, his words coming out in a raspy growl - sounding like the wind had been knocked out of him. he was overwhelmed and the stimulation was beginning to get to be too much. he didn’t want to come like this.

he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, reluctantly pulling her off with an audible ‘pop’. he reached for her wrist to pull her forward and into his lap, pressing a kiss against her lips. he could taste himself on her, but didn’t mind it. youngbae kept pressing chaste kisses to her lips at first before deepening the kiss, slipping his hand between her legs to gently rub the mound in an attempt to see how slick she was. “want to show everyone how good at taking dick you are?” he asks with hooded eyes, kissing her again before resting his forehead against hers. he hadn’t brought any lubricant, so it was important that they had enough foreplay for her to be able to enjoy herself. he hadn’t brought condoms either - but knowing somi, she probably had. but if they wanted to forego the condom and try the pull out method, youngbae knew he was clean.

shes focused on her task because making youngbae feel good is her only motivation in that moment -- hands carefully working in tandem with her mouth, tongue running along the underside of his cock as she sinks as far as she can possibly take. the movements are muscle memory, mechanical in the way she can stay so absolutely and utterly focused on him -- she’s almost convinced she wants him to come like this so she can grin at him almost with superiority. the head you gave had to be good to get someone to cum like this and she knew without a doubt she was pretty good at what she did.  thats why she’s only a little surprised when he coaxes her away from him and has her staring up at him. 

she moves when he beckons her to do, setting herself on his lap and responding to his kisses with fevor -- the taste of his lips is addicting, warm and soft and entirely inviting and she almost softly protests when he moves away. it’s only the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her core that keeps that from happening, teeth carefully finding purchase against his bottom lip as her breath hitches. she’s wet, she’d been turned on when he spoke to her so roughly, allowing her to perform oral on him, and even now as he kissed her deeply. she felt like there was some hesitation on his part though and she carefully takes his cheeks in her hands and presses her lips to his forehead that had been previously resting against hers. 

“I want you so bad youngbae...” she breathes after a moment, dark orbs focused on his face as she carefully moves his hand back to her wetness and offering a little gasp as a result. she ached for is touch, not knowing just how much until that very moment. she’d been focused on him but now she wanted to focus on the both of them -- how he feels touching her and how he feels inside of her. “take me...please...before I spontaneously combust?”

[melamemea]

sexual sentences .

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”

[soulbcnds]

trcubleseeker·:

seungwoo hated having to clean up messes. why was he having to suffer because of someone elses’ complacency? oh, right. because he was the boss. the boys looked up to him, took orders well - but every once in a while there would be a weed in the garden that needed to be rooted out immediately. the problem with letting young men and boys do your dirty work was exactly this : they thought with their dick and had loose lips whenever it came to a pretty face, unbeknownst they were being used. and that’s how he ended up here, with an attractive woman tied up with the tightest ropes he could find that he had to interrogate. 

once he hears the sound of her voice, he turns around and takes one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it down and stamping it out with the heel of his shoe. “art reflects life,” he tells her, amused by her sass - given her current situation. “is it the eyepatch that makes you think that? because it’s not fake,” he drawls. people had unusual ways of coping with trauma, and seungwoo knew that better than anyone - though he thinks talking back to your captor like this was an unusual one. “you’re here because you slept with one of my men. it turns out that he’s a little .. loose lipped, but now he won’t have lips for much longer, so it all worked out in the end. except for you,” he says, approaching her and pulling out a knife from his coat pocket. 

he looked at her with a cold, almost soulless look in his eyes. whatever familiar demeanor seungwoo had a few seconds ago was gone now. he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, as if examining her face closely. it was no wonder he blabbed. but seungwoo wasn’t going to say as much. with the hand holding the knife, he raises it to her neck and caresses it with the blade before he continues talking. “who are you, and who are you working for? you’re much too calm to be innocent, so answer quickly or i’ll carve you up like a jack-o-lantern.”

she cant help the roll of her eyes following his revelation that the eyepatch he wears is real -- she’d just figured he was a walking cliche but the fact that it’s not just as an accessory gives her goosebumps. who looks at one of those and thinks it’s a good idea? obviously this guy but she thinks he might just be crazy...oh well, at least it’ll be fun. “give you a space pirate kind of look and it’s almost regrettable considering you’re pretty hot.” yes, she was mouthy, but it was really just part of her personality. did this discount captain hook think he could really scare her? what a funny prospect. 

“is it my fault that my pussy is practically magic?” ebony eyebrows shoot up in some kind of attempt to make her look harmless -- the grin on her lips is probably only helping her to look deranged but what could she do? certainly not use her inside voice. “it’s more your fault that you don’t have reliable men.” hui yin had never been ashamed of herself or how she comes off, you didn’t live your life killing stronger men and still feel like propriety was necessary. if anything, it was outdated as last years balenciaga heels and she wouldnt be caught dead in those either. 

though, even she had to admit his grabbing her face like that was pretty hot, even if his threat was a little lukewarm. “me? I’m just a college student” she shrugs, it’s not a lie “please daddy, don’t cut me...I’ll be a good girl...I promise.” 

[soulbcnds]

i got mic drop on and 100 MOTHERFUCKERS CANT TELL ME NOTHIN

[soulbcnds]

some of ya’ll really out here wilding and being fake af ! in the mean time, ya girl is about to answer some replies but I’m being selective tonight so ! if you wanna talk come hit me up in ims.

[ungodlyhcur-deactivated20190208]

                        ‘ But this is our ungodly hour ‘

i’m kip; new to the scene. just here to make some friends and make long lasting connections with muses and muns. i am twenty-seven and have been doing this as a hobby for about seven years.  i’m western and urban friendly and would love to rp with those outside of asian fcs.  please be sure to read my guide, look at my muses, and give this a reblog. thanks.

                                                 guide ― muses

                  reblog for a starter && follow for a friend && like for a meme.

[soulbcnds]

DARK / NSFW PLOT / STARTER CALL

while I love fluff and a good healthy helping of angst, I really want some dark threads going on tbh! kidnapping, violence, tortue, toxic relationships, murder, stalking, abuse, severe age gaps ( all legal tho )  ect, ect. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN DOING SOME DARK THINGS, please like this post and I’ll come to you and we can get some stuff going. WARNING: I don’t have any triggers but I do respect the triggers of my partners so if you’re uncomfortable with anything I will not make you do anything like that. also, I will not do dark / nsfw threads with MUNS OR MUSES who are underage. 

[soulbcnds]

DARK / NSFW PLOT / STARTER CALL

while I love fluff and a good healthy helping of angst, I really want some dark threads going on tbh! kidnapping, violence, tortue, toxic relationships, murder, stalking, abuse, severe age gaps ( all legal tho )  ect, ect. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN DOING SOME DARK THINGS, please like this post and I’ll come to you and we can get some stuff going. WARNING: I don’t have any triggers but I do respect the triggers of my partners so if you’re uncomfortable with anything I will not make you do anything like that. also, I will not do dark / nsfw threads with MUNS OR MUSES who are underage.