#destructiveurgxs

[loropechika]

destructiveurgxs

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It’s the best song. Like I know it started as a joke, but I enjoy listening to it.

me too ! i love it! 

[daviscre-archived]

               destructiveurgxs called for a starter !

☆ ┇ This didn’t happen very often in the family for them to have family dinners with the rest of their relatives. Today his mother had invited David and his cousin Ming’s family over for dinner. It had been a while since all of them had been hanging out. David hadn’t seen the part of that family for a while. Mostly since he now lived on his own. On his way towards his moms apartment, he had bought a bouquet of flowers to bring as a gift including her favourite bottle of wine. He liked to spoil his family. He didn’t care what the prize was. Finally he arrived after 35 minutes. Standing behind the front door he rang onto the doorbell.

[pleicdes]

come here @destructiveurgxs

[ ☯ ] Habits are formed by routine actions – one may not even notice how detrimental it may be until time allows you to harvest its fruits. Rotten ones at times. Habit, it is, perhaps with the heavy workload that body mechanics is forgotten, that suffering ultimately comes after even if the knowledge of it is instilled in his mind, like any other nursing skill he had learned. First, he forgets, then it continues, then it just becomes a habit until it strains him. Literally this time.

Mingyu remains stuck in bed, unwillingly so, and the frustration sinks in slowly with the time passing, with each minute waiting. This is an inconvenience of independent living – when you get sick, you got no one but yourself. Not for him, apparently. It’s easy to summon someone, and he knew he’ll come. Why, he had always like to enter into his sphere, right? He has no choice this time.

[holypatronus]

starter for @destructiveurgxs​ // haal and sid.

Lately, he’s been jumping from house to house, well, it was a typical thing for Haal to do, but it seemed that his assistance was required more this week. He was exhausted, yes, but he was always willing to help out. At least he was earning some cash from all this. The brown haired male had just finished helping out with a class and as he went out, he stuffed his books into his backpack. A soft sigh left his lips as he dragged himself to the nearest table so that he could have his lunch - the cafeteria was always full, anyway. He pulled out his lunch bag and a notebook, a sandwich in one hand and a pen in another. As he ate, he began writing down his total earnings for the week just so he could keep track of his finances.

[hbicold]

starter that only we know @destructiveurgxs | Jaewon x Jungwon

Jaewon lays on one of the seat inside the bar feeling his body worn out from yesterday night; it was thanks to that he managed to bought himself this fashionable designer brand leather jacket that just came out a week ago, which doubled his monthly salary. The jacket currently hanging at the bar counter whilst him far from it. It wasn't fun anymore now that he actually get what he wants, he never failed at doing so. One of the reason why the boss favored him among others. Jaewon blink his eyes tiredly before looking at the tall figure, well build body that have inked covered his hand and neck standing at the entrance of the still unopen nightclub. "Oh, you already came?" he asked pushing his body up to seat and lays his head at the small round table. "Aren't you --- a little too early for the goods?” a smirked raise at corner of his lips noticing who the familiar face was. “...or are you missing me?” added Jaewon towards the constant uptight face of the other, hoping he could show some emotion from time to time.

[ergxdrconxs]

destructiveurgxs

  Thinking of making a second character page for...

I saw old muses and I saw private muses….you’ve seduced me. I’m in.

If you're thinking Taozi is in this, you are highly mistaken.

[themidnightsiren]

@destructiveurgxs from here!

        Right and wrong, evil and good are not as distinguishable as black and white. What to one is evil, is good to another. If it wasn’t, no wars would’ve started and no conflict would arise. Humans don’t run their lives with the notion that what they are doing is wrong. They either convince themselves they are right or they are convinced by others. Naiive was the man of four decades when he thought he and the vampire were polar opposites. To think she came to his life to reassure him he wasn’t the villain, because he wasn’t like her. He wasn’t at her level. He wasn’t as tainted as she was. A recording of all his thoughts was blasting at the loudest volume inside his head the second the bullet was released from behind the metal that held it.         The man’s body seemed to take ages to fall to the ground, everything was so slow. She was there. He could read her lips mouthing words about not needing his help, that she could’ve taken matters into her own hands. He knew she could. He never doubted it. He also knew a fight between her and an agent—how funny! Assassins employed by the government get a different label. Minwoo’s legs were heavy as they carried him to the body covered in blood.

       With the dagger in his pocket, he tore more of the fabric hiding the wound caused by the bullet. He kept digging in the flesh until he managed to remove the bullet so no traces can lead to him. If he was prepared, he would’ve had a weapon other than the one given by the government. “Move.” He pushed her to leave the scene with him. Those two forces shouldn’t meet. At least not now. He knew better that those prideful brainwashed soldiers would stand no chance in front the army behind Lorraine.

      She was already there, close. Achingly close. Sharp, ruby painted nails digging onto her own palms in restrain as his fingers laced on her neck, and it’s a nasty sensation to be under those dirty hands. The irritation, she could still tolerate because the smile she wore despite her flushed face is enough provocation to the other - a mockery of how the human could never hurt her, nor kill her, in that own set of filthy hands. His bloodshot eyes and popping veins all over his face is a sign of impending defeat, wrath consuming him and she was so sure any moment he’d spill the words she needed.

      Yet a gun blast silenced her hopes in an instant.

      A guttural scream of frustration follows, fiery eyes darting at the man holding the gun, fresh scent of powder and smoke on its tip.

      The man has his own creative ways of meddling into her life.

      “What the hell are you doing, Noh Minwoo?!” Hands on her waist, the man’s silence exasperates her. Fairly, his appearance at the masquerade should be enough warning to her – his mask a constant reminder of the façade he’s been hiding underneath the face he shows. It should be enough for her to fend off the man out of her circle, out of her life. But he keeps showing up.

       Lorraine knew he was trouble on that very first instance.

       The body was left lifeless on the warehouse, its eyes open and mouth agape with blood dripping from his lips. Blood instead of information. An information she direly needed. “What the heck is that for? Care to explain?” A quick tug of his arm is needed for him to halt his fast pace of walking, her eyes demanding his attention and explanation. If it will suffice to douse the infuriation brought about by his careless action.

[pleicdes]

Abalone, agate, moss agate, amazonite, angel aura quartz, aquamarine, calcite, chalcopyrite, emerald

                                              SEND ME A CRYSTAL                                              and I’ll tell….                                               @destructiveurgxs​ | always accepting!

Chae Mingyu | Gyu

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my museemotionally

Hissolitude is his equilibrium. Any disturbance in it will throw him into a chaos – into a confusion. A surge of volatile emotions that he cannot put into place. Thereis a reason why Mingyu opts to be alone. Aprotection of its own. Because he knows, right from the tender age of 6, thathe himself is a destruction. One should not pass through the circle he hasdrawn around himself because he will explode – and the shrapnel can burn. No, it can ignite another fire. And soif you come and force yourself in, he will not know. He will not know if he willbe guilty of another casualty because of him (his sister is enough), or he’ll want you to detonate with him.

Mingyu has warning signs all over himthat screams DANGER. Do not cross the line.

Do not make him falter.

agate: howmy muse calms down

Pets,albeit being living things the same as humans, are unable to speak, unable tojudge, unable to make an opinion or anything against him. He is beyond them inmany ways aside from size. Mingyu fancies them. Much like the way people feelwith their own cuddly puppies or furry cats – there’s sense of gratificationupon seeing them. But he satisfieshimself further. All the pent up anger and impulses needed to be vented outin order to calm himself down. That istheir purpose to him. The feeling of a life in between his palm – to feelthat he is able to control.(To feel like agod that can take away life anytime he can.)

Take control of anything but himself.

Because he cannot.

 moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themselves

Mingyulikes to think he does revere himself well – the aloofness he had did not becomea hindrance to be known and adored by the others, and perhaps it is the charmof the unknown that bewitches them, or the fact that he had maintained a calm andpolite demeanor to people. He has set himself an image – one that bears thename Chae Mingyu. Gyu would like to think that he is truly what the peoplethink he is.

Buthe knew he isn’t. Everything is a part of the thick mask he parades in order tohide himself – to hide Gyu. Because Gyu is everything people did not know. Coward. Weak. Afraid. Vulnerable. Heknows he is, and it is why he separates himself. It is why he wears a mask infront of anyone, everyone.He wear masks because he’s afraid of people seeing who he really is. Because he knew himself, so much so. And he know heis the worst person one may ever encounter.  

Trust him on that. He could not eventame himself.

 amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse tobe dishonest

Mingyuis so stoic that sometimes people doubt if he can feel or is void of anyemotions. It isn’t easy to distinguish sincerity in his words and actions,mainly because no one really knows the truthin him. But the thing is, he doesn’t wantto feel. Anything related with emotions and affection (especially of his), he will twist and turn into ways in which youwould not be able to decipher him. He will laugh at it, he will smile, he mayfrown, he may feign anger, he will wear all masks he equipped himself with sothat you will not see the truth.

But in case you don’t know, everything that you see in him is a lie.

 angel aura quartz: my muse’s opinion of LGBT+ issues

It’sa matter of contentment. Preferences can be wildly different. He isn’t blindand stupid enough to know that. And fairly speaking, he doesn’t care. Herefuses to care.

(It’s a matter of who is able to satisfyyou. Regardless of gender.)

Hekissed girls. He kissed a guy.

Ifthat makes one happy satisfied, then so be it.

 aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

Onceupon a time, it was his home. He found it in between two adult bodies – his fatherand mother cuddling while he scoots between them during a thunderstorm. When he’safraid, he’d seek for the comfort of his parents. But it was gone when he wassix. It also used to be underneath a protective sister’s arm, thin, skinny armsover his body. But it was gone and the last memory of it agitates him more thanits reminiscence. It’s supposed to be their home, but the images of mother’sblood and father’s angry face ignites the anguish deep within him. It’ssupposed to be with people but they, like his father, are terrifying in moreways than one. Smiles aren’t assurance of a good intention, a hand stretchedfor help isn’t either. People can be veryterrifying. They are. And he’d like to be anywhere without them.

He thinks he feels safe by himself –with no existing person nearby. He can feel the air in his skin, he can let thesun burn his eyes, he can hear the soft whispers of the leaves with the windand it pacifies him.

Isolation is his new home.

 calcite: my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vsextroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

Mingyulives in his own world, and many knows that. An introvert, and a very peculiarperson to most – but it is how he is. People recognize it, and he tries to makeencounters as brief and as concise as possible. Social gatherings, the casualones, aren’t too appealing. Waste of time, he must say, unless it is direly needed.But mostly it’s forced. One-on-one conversations may be more preferred but itis as baffling as gatherings. He rarely engages in it – and if he does – it’sonly with certain people.

 chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

“Alright.”is what he says. In all sense of the word. Because it is just fine to him.Relationships are mere excuse especially of the young to distract themselves ofwhat they should focus more – studies, self, career. It gives them that fleetingmoments of being appreciated and feeling lovedeven though they barely know what it truly means. Not that he knows, (he doesn’t know. Mingyu may know what loveis, but he doesn’t know what it means. and how it is ), but he’s not stupidenough to fall into that delusion. Yet he’s stupid enough to fall into mere attractionthat he knew would disappear sooner or later. And shallow waters are easy to stepon and cross over. It will frustrate him initially, but at the end of the day,he knew he always have himself. He onlyneeds himself.

He never felt less lonely anyway.

 emerald: how my muse tells someone they love themwithout words

Mingyuwill control you – he will take over your life and he will make sure that youare under his hold. He will not be kind – kind is too far fetched in what theycall love because to love is to hurt. To love is to endure the pain. To love isto know that it is worth the pain. So he will give you that. He will hurt you.As much as he hurts himself.

    ‘Why mom? Why do you let father hit you?’

    ‘He’s just angry, but he loves me. He’s doing it because he loves us.’

Mingyu’sdoing it because… he wants to. He wants to sear himself into your mind, intoyour being – he’ll scorch you until you realize how painful it is to love.And how painful it is to be loved by him. And how you should have read thecaution lines he placed around him before you decided to come in.

DANGER.DANGER. DANGER!!

Howdo someone show another one that they love them when they don’t know what itmeans to love?