#atrociity

[jointobsessed]

@atrociity { 🖤 }

“who are you?”

jimin eyes the woman with suspicion through the crack in the door. something stirs in his chest, something that tells him he knows this woman that he’s never seen before. his friend speaks, the voice clear enough in his mind that it may as well have been spoken aloud. let her in. jimin watches her for a moment longer, unsure if he should listen or not. 

“why- why are you here?”

[witch-saebyeok]

[ @atrociity liked for a starter ]

                    Saebyeok was out watering his plants when he feels a rather dark presence approaching his cottage. Pausing slightly he glances around before continuing his watering. He wasn’t rather worried about whomever or whatever was approaching him, he had plenty of spells up to protect himself from any harm wishing to cross onto his property. Saebyeok was more curious about why he was being paid a visit. He was known to help a dark being or two for things that were not harmful. Those beings though he tended to know through years of annoyances to the point where he could possibly call them friends. 

Humming a small tune, the Witch finishes watering his plants and goes to pick a strawberry to nibble on while he waits for his visiter. 

[cchilyoja]

╱you are immortal until the moment you meet your soulmate╲ - picked from HERE.

Accompanying the hefty sum that was transferred to his account, there was one new email in his inbox. A simple request. Find this person. Attached to the email were various photos, previous names, locations etc. It was believed, the anonymous sender added, that SHE was in Seoul. Perfect. It had been far too long since he went on a job, especially one that payed as much as this one did. The apartment was silent, for the most part, a slow song playing from the radio station on his phone. The old lady hadn't bothered him almost at all today, which was either cause for celebration or concern. 

Jung-hoo picked his backpack that stood at the exact spot, as everything else around him and walked out the door that closed behind him automatically. The email came a few days ago, and he had already managed to figure out where she was. It wasn't as easy as he had thought in the beginning, it was manageable. She didn't seem to be hiding. The reason behind that wasn't important, he wasn't paid to find that out, and therefore he had no obligation to care or waste time on it. Drive to the city was slow, rush hour seemed to be applicable for any day and any time. There were too many people around. Most glued to their phone screens.

 Pressing the volume button, he hoped that the music would drown the incessant noise around him. It didn't manage fully, unfortunately. Finally, he had arrived at his destination, leaving the car at the local supermarket parking. He made his way down the street and then turned left, preferring the little alleyways to the crowded main streets. The club looked like any other, he noted to himself, as he finally managed to find it. It was really far off from most other businesses, tucked away by itself in the corner, away from all the crowds. He liked it already. Stairs lead downward into an underground hallway and then open doors into the bar. It didn't really look out of the ordinary, wooden bar, tables, chairs, people in groups or couples, sitting, chatting. 

And then he spotted HER. She had been sitting on one of those tall stools by the bar. Perfect. She wasn't with anyone else, as far as he could tell. Walking up, he didn't bother looking at her, but simply set down beside her and ordered himself a drink. But there was also a FEELING. Something in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't explain or understand. But he was too distracted to really think about it.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

@atrociity || Continued from: [ X ] || Just a Dream

A gentle wind turned into harsh gusts, the fingers brushing softly against his features until it soon became a hand that slapped him out of peace - the sweet unpredictability of a storm Makisig didn’t see coming; only knows of the droning tone his speech had become as he went about explaining his day ( uneventful if he must admit though he had tried to make it seem intersting ) to the sweet, red apple that had been beside him. With dear Eris cuddled against his side, he had continued on and on, not having any inkling that soon gnarled digits of crepuscular nightmare would hook themselves against her blazing aura and taint serenity's saccharine presence. But then it had happened - trembling figure that surprised him out of his talk, shook him to his core for she shivered as if seized by crystal glaze in crimson veins. He had remained frozen, lost out of his mind as to what to do; only watching and waiting, letting anxiety seep into his skin as he continued to observe. The shallow breaths deepened the worry, pushed deep down inside of him. But what got to him the most had been her screams - shrill and cutting, ripping the gentle fabrics of the atmosphere with its piercing volume and desperate plea for an escape somehow out of hellish phantasm. But it had snapped him out of his trance; soon, strong hands grasped her shoulders and shook her out of trapped illusion until eyes opened, pulled back into reality's arms. Hisses escape him as her fingers dig deep into his skin, puncturing him until it seems to have reached to his muscles and is ready to slit away at the veins and arteries pumping out viscous, claret liquid life. But he doesn't push away, lets her do whatever she must to fully come back to the real world. Lips mutter the mantra - it's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream; he hopes for the words to sprinkle its white blessing upon her. His own hands reach up to caress either side of her face, brushing away the black strands of hair matted to her forehead and covering her eyes. Gazing into orbs, he sees the shimmering fear placed upon her irises. It tugs at his heart - he desires to erase such horror from them. When she buries her face against his shoulder, he can feel the hot drops of salty tears roll down his skin. He holds her close, refuses to let her go - he'd rather go to hell than ever part with her at this moment. "Eris," he coos, tone so light and feathery it can barely be heard. He shifts in order to pull her closer. "It was a dream. I promise." Gently, pushing her back, he stares deep into her eyes. "It was a dream but I'm not. I'm right here for you. I'm not going to leave. Trust me. I'm real."

[hxpxfm]

ROUGH TOUCH !!

(☠: Aˢᵏ Gᵃᵐᵉˢ ) 〉 ROUGH TOUCH

「❛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ」

[Number generated: 14]My muses pushes your to their knees

It’s like some dark twisted fantasy came true, to have the woman on her knees like this, looking WEAK && submissive like no one has ever seen. Correction. Maybe the prick of a man she had come up with in their first meeting has, but only because she WANTED him to—- fake in her delicacy, he knows now.                                               She’s nothing fragile.

         PROBABLY, he’s only allowed to see her like this because pretty much like with others, she wants it that way.      The thought makes him  S I C K  ;  that somehow, he’s giving her what she  d e s i r e s,  subconsciously playing along in a game whose rules remain unknown && limits don’t exist.

❛  Fuckin bitch.  ❜   He hears one of the men around.      (  He had forgotten they weren’t alone. Reasons then, that’s likely the why she’s not putting much of a fight besides the amusement she finds or something. He really doesn’t want to deliberate about WHAT she thinks of it all. )      He silently agrees.

What leaves him confused is  H O W  they ended up in such positions to begin with.                    He had been given an order && he obeyed, being nothing sort of a gentleman when forcing her body to lay down — ‘like the low whore she is’, harsh words have been spoken —.      He looks at her with a blank expression before turning around to show her like this is some exhibition for the exotic to the more powerful man in the room, his eyes taking disgustingly on the ugly features of ANGER. Despise how much he battles with it, his mind wonders just what exactly did she do. More importantly. WHY.

[kingpvns]

| ••• cont. w/ @atrociity

vin can’t believe he’s gotten caught up, yet again, with the petite female. it seems like every time he manages to cross paths with her, she’s doing something or another that can’t necessarily be considered legal in any sense of the word, and yet even so, she’s a fairly interesting person all around, so he can’t help but be drawn in by her presence. his eye drift from hers down to the poor soul who’d been the recipient of what had to have been a bad mood, or maybe just eris’ way of being playful and letting off some steam. either way, it wasn’t looking too good for them as the body lay dying and devoid of any signs of life. his inner halves fight at odds with one another, each vying for their own say in his main thoughts, and vin just sighs, unsure of which to listen to in that moment. eris’ actions are morally wrong, but those morals are also the product of human intervention and society. his demon half sees nothing wrong with the image presented before him, and it’s all vin can do to heave a world-weary sigh. she’s proud of her work, that much is certain, but he just wishes she’d be a little more conscious of where she has her fun. 

“even so,” he begins, a frown marring his brow when the small female steps closer to press a dainty finger against his cheek, “they didn’t deserve that. old or not, they were still human, and they still had a life to live, y’know,” he grumbles, clearly at odds even within himself. sometimes, it was absolutely infuriating being in the midst of two personalities that seemed to be at complete odds with each other, but it was only during times like these. any other moment was usually fine, and vin could usually get along rather easily, seeing as he could blend in as a human without much trouble. but the current situation was most definitely not helping, and he sighs once more, a hand coming up to rake down his face in a display of mental exhaustion. “but eris, to them, you are a villain, you know that right?” an almost petulant grumble of  dissatisfaction leaves his lips when she practically drags him from the alley, sparring the unfortunate soul one last glance before turning around to unwillingly follow the other. “where are we going then?” he spares glances around them, thankful that there are no passersby present in that moment. “and stop dragging me around like i’m a child,” he huffs, a tugging at her grip halfheartedly. 

[jointobsessed]

“I still remember the smell of all that blood.” // for demon!jimin c':

meme time // @atrociity

“ don’t we all ? ” the demon smiles and flips blonde hair out of his face ( god, he’s going to force jimin to get a haircut when he gives the body back ). “ did i ever tell you about the time i ripped a man’s head off because he tried to touch my jiminie? you should have smelled all the blood, sweetheart. it was delicious . ”