#belxxs

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belxxs

                      SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING; [ ▲ ]

Do I Follow Them?: heck yeah, i mean we made these douche bags at the same time so how could I not? 

Why Did I Follow Them?: because this mun, this particular mun, is my lil piece of poop whom I love.  

Do We Role Play?: *sarcastic voice* no

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: ...? really? of course I do nOT 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Well, part of me would like to write human Noah and Belus set in a time before all their corruption happened. I think it’d be an interesting change. 

A Song For Our Muses: 30 seconds to mars - 100 suns 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: In the past, yes but beah was conquered by seah so bye bye. Now I just ship their bitter anger :D

What I Think About The Mun: SHE IS A GLORIOUS AND GORGEOUS AND AMAZING LITTLE POO. 

Overall Opinion: Seriously though, Belus is an amazing muse written by an amazing mun and I’m sad that you’re not as active there anymore (please come back. I also think it’s very ironic that you sent this form another blog that’s also yours, you lameo.)

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 ten is too low but ok 

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"Wasn't a demand just a question." Noah mutters, shaking his head. Perhaps it had been stupid to even try but honestly, he couldn't come up with anything better either. "Just forget about it, really. I lost my feel for it anyways."  He continues, clicking his tongue before getting up. “Save your energy for... whatever.” He steps away from the couch, heading for the nearest window. He knows Belus doesn’t mind him smoking inside but opening the window makes the air less stuffy. So there he is, settling by the windowsill with a cigarette between his lips; inhaling and exhaling  poison while blowing off steam. 

[gujoja]

@belxxs

                         “Belus, please—I think something is really wrong.”

               Those were the words that Kinam had spouted so suddenly during the middle of the night phone call that had him riding his bike as quickly as he could through the dark city streets. With NIGHTMARES plaguing his sleeping every single night this week ( and the most recent one being far beyond scary ), the young Nephilim was in full panic mode. He had convinced himself these dreams meant only one thing—that someone was coming for him and his amulet meant to protect him was beginning to fail. It was only natural that he went running to the witch that had saved him in the first place, the one person whom Kinam felt could keep him SAFE and sound amidst his chaotic life.

               It didn’t take long at the pace he was going to reach Belus’ home and the Nephilim was already FRANTIC by the time he had been let in. “I just—I keep having the nightmares and they’re getting worse and I can’t sleep or eat or even breathe without worrying.” The words come out in one long breath before Kinam is putting his hands over his face and closing tired, puffy eyes. “You SWORE to me the amulet would keep me safe from everyone. Is it failing?” His voice was muffled behind his hands before he finally let them drop back at his sides. “Belus—I don’t want to die like this.”

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@belxxs replied to your post: sighs why is hyuna so pretty??

(im sitting here, wondering the same about 9muses’ kyungri . tho i feel the struggle with hyuna too )

WHY IS EVERYONE SO PRETTY?

[spoiledsovls]

@belxxs.

she didn’t remember the first time they started talking. she didn’t even know why they kept talking. he looked like someone she could just bump onto the streets, apologize (or not) and then carry on with their lives. nope. he just had to intrude her life. invade it with no given reason at all. just because they felt some kind of similarity and they clicked did not mean he had to stay in her life, nor did she. thing is, none of them took initiative to leave no matter how many times they’ve wished to escape their lives. 

they were sitting a few inches away from each other, they called it a lazy day. thing is, they weren’t ones to be lazy. what kind of antics did they have up their sleeve this time? “jus’ don’t fuckin’ touch me. we’re not friends.” she huffs, now pulling her legs onto the couch to push his figure. “i don’t understand how we’re so alike. i want you to stop. this isn’t right.” she huffs again in a bigger breath, folding her arms across her chest. she’s like that for a few moments, fingers tapping against her arm before she throws them up in the air, her hands fold and land on top of her head.

“i don’t understand! why-- why are you sittin’ on my couch? why- why are we associated with each other?” she yells before ruffling her hair and dramatically slipping down ot the floor (but not quite.) “it’s drivin’ me crazy.”