#dvrelict

[gallaxians]

                          @dvrelict, surprise bitch !

He’s been lurking in the hallway for what feels like hours. Head throbbing, arm sore but popped into place. Chen drags his feet, staring at the door as if it were about to burst into flames. He knows Changsun is in there, he can feel it. But the last time he had shown up here, things had ended on undetermined grounds. As in he was still having trouble getting that pathetic demon out of his mind.

He doesn’t know why he came here. Doesn’t know why he’s been just standing, too scared to knock. Injured and sore, he could have gone anywhere - anywhere but the place he would probably be mocked for his injuries. Wrath was always warning him of hunters, and yet the feline never listened. Never would either. 

After a long wait, he finally drudges up the courage to knock on the blasted door. Chen doesn’t wait for a response, never does, just pushes the door open with the last bit of energy he has. “Honey? I’m home.” 

[crazyinlvv]

Starter for @dvrelict // Hyosung & Changseon

To perform out of the club was a new thing, but apparently the owner had a deal with the owner of that place so they were both gonna promote each other. Probably a great win win situation. When the time come to go on stage she had her own solo performance. As expected everything went well, it wasn’t exactly a new choreography but rather one she was confident about. And everything was going okay until she saw in the crowd the guy she once comfronted in the club she worked. How small was the world that he was there? The dancer still haven’t linked the fact he said on that day he was the owner of a Casino. That casino. 

[beforethexstorm-archived-blog]

WRATH & REAPER in red 🔺

for @dvrelict

“In her demonic lustre she was real. In his dark attire, he was burning.”

[gwyynbleidd-a]

〘 @dvrelict liked this for a starter from : yejin 〙

          A soft giggle could be heard from within the morgue. Not from someone on their break watching a compilation of cat videos -- although she wouldn’t have minded that either -- but a woman having a casual inner dialogue with herself about the man who she was expecting to walk in at any moment and pick up his order. Carefully and with deft movements, the supple skin of a dead man was parted, each side slowly splaying outward, peeling back over itself with the ginger guide of her free hand. Yejin took great pleasure in her work. Too much. Whether the body lying on the cool metal table were a politician, active volunteer, or killer, they were all the same to her. Dead, helpless, hopeless, and at her mercy. Or the mercy of whoever bought them from her.           Her tongue pressed itself thoughtfully between the vermilion painted tiers of her lips, a sign of both concentration and appreciation for her craft. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps growing near that she looked up from the dissection table and all the fragments that once made up a living being were sorted into neat little piles beside the corpse. “Soohyun,” an eerily lighthearted and sweet voice called out to him, a bloody scalpel waving back and forth in a gloved hand. “I was just thinking about you,” she began, turning her head to toss a few strands of ash blonde hair over her slender shoulder. “I was hoping you could finally show me what it is you do with all those bits and pieces of people you’ve been ordering from me for the past six months.” Her lower lip jutted out into a playful pout, long lashed lowering slowly with each blink. “I just think we’re ready for that next step in our relationship, don’t you?”

[rousepalette-blog]

@dvrelict​ from Hyejin to Taesik

If she had to spend another minute at home, she probably would go crazy. Hours of research on alchemy and what it means to this world is pointless, futile, and she’s never getting back home. 

... No, no. Don’t think negatively. Isolde, disguised as a woman name Hyejin, takes in a deep breath as she covers her eyes and falls back on her couch. Only a few moments after, a wet nose touches her hand and she peeks to look at Chad, letting out a sad whine. If it wasn’t for the fact that alchemy doesn’t work here, she could swear that this dog might have been human at one point, with it being very in tune with her emotions.

Without saying a word, she gets up from her couch and grabs his lead. Chad starts to wag his tail excitedly, letting out whines for her to hurry up and get ready so that he could have his walk.

It’s a hot day today, so Chad has to wear his dog shoes today. The excitement of going out after being cooped up in the apartment today overwhelms the unfamiliar feeling of his covered paws. As the two of them made their way around the town, just about to pass by a convenient store when Chad abruptly stops. 

His whole body is rigid as he looks inside the convenient store with Hyejin trying to tug him. “Chad, come on. It’s too hot for this.” A man walks out of the convenience store and Chad begins to snarl and bark at the man, forcing Hyejin to grab Chad pulling her away from the man. “I’m so sorry! I swear he’s not normally like this!”

[gallaxians]

                           calling upon @dvrelict  !

“You must have heard me wrong.” The part lioness grins wickedly, raising one of her brows. She downs the shot in front of her, the burn comforting in the late hour. “I run, it runs, I stop, it runs. What is it?” 

[butlersrus]

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? ⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you? ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? I don’t think so???? I mean, I used to have a Jaejoong, but he was only never roleplayed because no thread with him stayed so he literally had 0 personality

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you?god no. I have a lot of hatred for myself, so I definitely don’t want two of me alive.

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?sometimes! I have three handwriting styles, so I have my messy, neat and pretty hand writing styles.

[gwyynbleidd-a]

〈   @dvrelict︰ source ︰ not accepting  〉

               ↳  r e d       ❛   Be near me when my light is low,                                         When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick                                                  And tingle; and the heart is sick,                                               And all the wheels of Being slow.   ❜