#eldorvdo

[shadowraiths-archived-blog]

Find the @eldorvdo & force them to RP with me.

[sms : boring bro] entertain me. I am super bored. [sms : boring bro] and when I say bored, I mean like.. I’d gnaw my own hand off to escape board. [sms : boring bro] god damn auto correct. 

[rosalynn-cam]

For @eldorvdo

It wasn’t all Seyoon’s fault really - Rosalynn and her careless nature was just as much to blame - but she couldn’t help but take it out on him that night. The boy had come over to her apartment, which was a pretty usual occurrence during the weekdays, and had probably expected dinner and a good romp, but instead found himself faced with a rather angry not-girlfriend.

“I’m fucking screwed because of you, seriously!” she groaned, angrily tossing the empty soju bottle into the sink - Rosalynn had been drinking all day, not even thinking of how the alcohol might affect her possible pregnancy. And yet, in all that time, she hadn’t told Seyoon what was wrong. The only clue was the three pregnancy tests discarded in the trash bin, just peeking out from beneath a chip packet. “You have ruined my fucking life, Seyoon! Ruined it!” she shouted drunkenly, “I should have never bothered with you!”

[antipsychx-blog]

@eldorvdo

it takes one shot for terry’s vision to merge into a colorful blur, anda second for it to dissipate and materialize into the swarm of people in the dimly-lit club. these drugs - prescription - are fucking him up. he misses the way tequila burns his throat, or the stinging sensation vodka leaves behind - shot after shot after shot. now, he’s downgraded to a risky single half-shot alone, knowing full well that three more, and he’ll be having the worst hangover he’s ever experienced since college. regardless, that won’t stop him, will it? 

not now that he’s with seyoon.

( especially. )

the club is noisy, smoky, and every reason why terry prefers to stay in niche bars around his parts of the neighborhood no matter how sketchy they may be on the daily. but one look at his friend, and terry knows the place may (or may not, who knows?) be a turn-that-frown-upside-down attempt on his part. “come on, i just got paid.” drink in my place, he wants to desperately add, for dramatic effect. he may reserve that line for later, when a frown decides to take permanent residence on the other’s face. instead, he nudges the seyoon’s shoulder with his own. “drinks are all on me. literally, if you want. no judgement. everyone wants me.”

[luxinexitium]

– a flumine »

– @eldorvdo​ »  

two o’clock arrives with a hop in her step and a tune on her cotton tongue, heavy-lidded eyes haloed in smudged mascara. she tries to tell a story, a tale of hedonistic nights while swathed in her skirts of bravado, but the syllables hitch in the grooves of ivory teeth, forgotten. the crowd humours her with a chuckle and a toast, flutes of champagne clicking like sparks at the end of a gunpowder trail, one after another after another after another and the building blows. famished flames nibble the hem of her coat, clawing their way up to wine-stained lips and flyaway tresses. she won’t notice the smoke until it’s roiling in her throat and through the cramped chambers of her heart. for now she simply dances, lost amongst golden courage and hazy laughter. 

at the fringes of the party, bathed in blue-green lights and distant hums, sit four strangers. the first, a woman with a few years left to fifty, retreats through the back door for a cigarette, the chipped magenta of her nails just barely glimmering under the moonlight. in the light of her mobile phone, the wrinkles between her brows and at the corners of her lips become crevices, swallowing hours of poor pay and unending days. back beneath the flickering fluorescent lights, a man just short of twenty has fallen asleep at the desk with his feet propped up and a cap over his face. he won’t be waking up any time soon. and in between two neat rows of softly humming machines are the last two party guests, resigned to their own twilight preoccupations--until pocket lint and a single rusting coin decide otherwise. 

kyungsoo panics silently. beneath the neutrality lining his surface, his heart jostles against its twin neighbours and disperses the fear after a game of telephone with his veins. as his fingers run cold, the tips of his ears burn with a furious shade of red, all before the dread culminates in a stuttered sigh. he turns to the only other patron still in the building, lips pulled tight into a grimace, before he approaches the stranger with hunched shoulders. “sorry, um--” he pauses to clear his throat, the back of his neck tinged the same colour as his ears. “d’you have some change? i thought i had enough, but.. i’m just a little bit short.”

[butlersrus]

🎊

@tkgkshunya

An absolute sweetheart. Amazing person, so patient and willing to wait even if they give you amazing replies and your muse is being a shitty fickle thing that keeps giving terrible replies. Please go talk to them, I love them to bits!

[ivorykeys-blog]

for @eldorvdo !

 ❝Is it really kink shaming if it’s considered a crime in the eyes of the government? ❞

[bcdbehavior-a-blog]

@eldorvdo

“Well, you show up enough.” The immortal comments, shifting through the bills on his desk. “I’m glad you like me too.”

[ssuleh]

ᴛᴡɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴇ & ᴛᴡɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴅᴜᴍ

ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀ? ➜ ♧ ft @eldorvdo

❝Deal!❞

Their school’s typical lunches never suited Jinri’s palate, they tasted plane, sometimes even salty. Butt it was one of those days where she had forgotten to pack a lunch for both her and Seyoon to share, so by lunch time they had no choice but to eat their school’s unappetizing food. ❝10,000 won, huh?❞ By now, her hand reached for wallet, searching for the crisp bill within the hidden pockets. Adding the free boba coupon, she place it between them. 

❝I’ll give you my most treasured boba coupon if we don’t get caught!❞ A smile beams over her lips. Knowing their childish play could get Seyoon expelled for good, Jinri still worries about the boy - besides she didn’t want to tarnish her angelic image.