#endhell

[scrinja]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@endhell​ said: Everyone else would have died a happy death over this chance, but she could just grimace at the very idea of working with this guy. She barely knew him apart of being quite desired and liked, but mostly having a terrible art style in her opinion, potentially ruining her good grades. Why in the world must it be partner work. "I guess now you are awake," she comments, considering their fate; having rolled over and stopping right beside his table. Popular or not, she wasn't afraid, if anything, just annoyed as she doubted it would be easy with a guy who sleeps mostly in class. "I'm Gao Fang." In case he was completely unaware of her existence; at least she did not have to carry her stepfather's surname, which would have intensified some other issues.  

     it had been a long night, & even longer morning, that everything in-between was nothing more than a hazy memory—a blurred image that tried to be solidified, only to be whisked away with each blink. anyone would have been able to tell that he didn’t get much sleep. his yawns, giving away his exhaustion. teachers barely acknowledged it, though. be it pity, or disinterest for the boy who had lost his parents, a few years ago. when he wasn’t dozing off, he was sketched in his notebook, with a cheek resting against his palm. the sound of his pencil dragging along the paper became his sole focus at times. it made everything more bearable.

      his eyes were partially opened, then closed. a shadowy image was in his plane of sight, but he could not make what it was until another blink followed, & then, another. the image becoming more clear, once his vision became less foggy. it didn’t feel like he had slept for long, but the way that he was greeted with, suggested otherwise. instinctively, sangwoo rubbed his eyelids with the back of his fist, as he tried to stir himself awake. his yawn was contained by having his lips pressed together, not allowing himself to exhibit any more of his evident tiredness. his eyes narrowed in her direction, before placing crossed arms over the table, using them as support when he leaned in the direction of his classmate, whilst wearing a lazy smile upon his lips.

     “i know you.” he confirmed. his voice, a bit hoarse from not speaking until now. it warranted a clearance of his through. “sorry ‘bout that. i worked till late.” which was only partially a lie—the main reason behind his struggle to sleep, being the very house he inhabited. if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. “i know, i know. no excuse, but i will try to do better.” ‘ try ‘ being a key component here. this time, he’d smile with his eyes. “oh sangwoo... since we are exchanging introductions. i look forward to working with you.”

[mugunghwc]

@endhell​

     it had felt like a slap across the face to be disregarded in such a way, that there was no room for reason or explanation. just a door being shut, startling her & her cat, who ran off. her head sunk in between shoulders, which became tense & her eyes were closed tightly. the silence that followed was deafening.

     “...” she did not know if the sigh that was released, was one of relief, or because she had been holding her breath for too long. nevertheless, it came & with it, also the burden that she had been carrying all morning. everything felt much colder now. the only trace of any company, being the leftover dishes that remained on the table. she should pick those up. should eat as well, but after being faced with the unknown, a feeling of inadequacy remained. lithe fingers finally let go of her hair, as she walked towards the living room in search for taro. a comfort amidst turmoil. her head lowered down, as rei searched behind the furniture, where she’d find out the feline on edge, pressed against the corner. the sight, somewhat reminded her of herself, smiling sadly at the animal.

     “it’s okay...“ her voice was soft as she spoke & encourage taro to come out of hiding, finding refuge in her arms. at least, by him, her presence was welcomed. sitting over on the couch with the cat in arms, rei began to stroke him as a means to ease the feline, & herself. it wasn’t long until she found herself playing what had just happened in her head, wondering where everything went wrong. perhaps, when she decided to be in the company of another person. for a translator, she wasn’t good with words. her brows knit together as she frowned, chastising herself in her mind.

      ‘ stupid...’ she murmured, aimed at herself.

      her phone remained in the kitchen, with a message still without opening. rei had even forgotten it was there in the first place—too busy overthinking.

[shecharm]

SMOKE is exhaled, yet she keeps kiseru ‘gainst her lips - likely for another puff here in just a moment. lounging, comfortable as she was yet she is aware that there is another presence. “come to pray?” question comes along the wave of silky vocals, easily missed if not paying attention due to her tendency to remain soft spoken. “take your time.” a set of time lustrous tails sway along the expanse of about a dozen purple cushions, those which she currently lay upon. she is clearly at ease with their presence.   (  ||  @endhell​​  ♥  )

[kitschd]

@endhell​ continued from [x]

Fuck, she had seen him.  To the ordinary by-stander, it definitely looked like a mom scolding her son.  Wouldn’t be surprised that’s what people thought when they were together because of their height difference and were speaking English to each other.  Seeing David at work must of looked strange, especially since his ensemble of a dark maroon suit, black dress shirt that exposed a bit of his faintly toned torso, and gold cross chained necklace made him look like he stepped out of Scarface.  

David looked so out of place along side his very attractive Korean co-workers.  He was the youngest host there, coming across more cute than handsome.  Not like he never got clients.  That had been his appeal so far, even if the women he attracted wanted fulfil their parental instincts with him rather than their sexual needs.  

He tried his best to stay calm and composed as she grabbed him.  He smiled nervously and clears his throat.  “David?”, he played dumb.  “I think you must be confused for someone else, ma’am.  My name is Leo.  Were you interested in experiencing Tokyo’s Eden this evening?” God, it didn’t sound nearly as cool when he said it.  

[donner-katze]

Ask muse how good they are at.. [ ACCEPTING | X ]

@endhell​ asked:

😏 - lying

               “ Do you need your ego stroked again, Kugo~? I can muster up a few decent lies for you, if so- ”

[deivorous]

@primerawolflord submitted: 🍒  +  @endhell

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

SNUUUUU. Gosh, I was reminiscing in their DMs the other day about how thankful I was that I got to meet her so early in my rp days. They’re the very first person who ever wrote with me other than my friends who brought me into rp. I feel like I’ll always be really grateful for that introduction and the fact that we’re STILL MUTUALS! (Cuz, like damn I did not know what I was doing back then, and I still don’t.)

Actually, I’m gonna take this moment to have a little fangirl over here because I actually followed Snu before I was even IN rp. I followed one rp blog,: Skyvar. I was so transfixed! The characterization (I was never in love with Kugo and then I founds Snu and 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩) was amazing, their writing is so enjoyable to read, their dialogue, the aesthetic, the art, the humor, the romance - I’ve been reading their stuff and loving every second of it. If there’s a thread on my dash I read it. I honestly think that I probably wouldn’t have been convinced to land here if it’s not for Snu.

 And then I GOT HERE and they was so quick to write with me, to let me bounce ideas, to grow my muse, and I’ve been so excited to write with them for every thread we’ve done, which at this point has been multiple muses and multiple blogs, and even when I vanish for unexpected or explained hiatuses, they’re always here to welcome me back.

I really love Snu’s tendency to create NPCs for their canons, expanding their worlds in a way that once can’t without that same expansion - and then watch them take it to a new extreme (as demonstrated by these three once npcs now ocs on her blog). It creates a much more expansive world and I find it really immersive. (I’m super obsessed with Kugo’s sister and Zanpakuto in case anyone was wondering 🥵🔥).

Snu is definitely one of the staples of my RP experience and deserves every compliment I could possibly think to give. They’re faithful and dedicated to their muse and to telling his story, despite a generally unsympathetic fandom opinion of Kugo, and has changed a lot of minds about him, which is a powerful skill in the RPC. I can’t wait to see where they go next and I’m so happy we keep writing together!!

[illholy]

tell me how u developed her, or idk rather her origins - the day u were like, damn i need to create this oc 👀 what'swordingasdfgh

𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅         :       always loved. ↳   @endhell​ 

snow  !    first of all,   I missed you so much !    (   like,   I super do !  )  and secondly,   thank you for allowing me to start this blog  THIS  way !?   it’s such a good way to begin .   my god the way this ask made me smile so, so much ! 

Now,   to answer !    This all began in the first place because I wanted to write for a character that is incredibly innocuous,   someone that can be perceived as   ‘ inoffensive ’   someone that is essentially  just  gratuitously nice.   I thought it would be fun to play with a character that is incredibly unremarkable  ;   like a passing character.    (  that’s why judith looks the way she does as well,  someone that is  ‘ average ’  as if, upon first meeting,  you wouldn’t think she’s any sort of danger nor of interest really !  ) 

Then follows the  HORROR !    I adore this genre to bits,  but especially things that involve inescapable fears,  threats  -   ultimate bad endings and terror in relationships.  Those types of horror that leaves a bad taste in your mouth.  lmao.   I think that’s why Judith devolved into this sort of character were yes she is in fact harmless  and she is in fact inoffensive and innocuous but with a dash of unknowable discomfort.    Like even if she’s gentle with you, treats you well, never harms you, etc, etc,  something is just a little askew with her.  (  I guess,  horror in sanctity.  people with religious trauma will get it !  Like that yucky feeling you get when you’re confronted by  ‘ religion ’ !   it in itself is good and kind but boy is it gross. )

IN THE END,     I just woke up and thought  :   “ it’s time to actually make an oc. ”   Judith is actually my first ever OC  on tumblr.     

random.    you know, snow ! we’ve been mutuals for so long huh ?   I think you’ve seen this oc grow from one thing to another.   thanks so, so, so much for just being there !   You’re actually one of the reason as to why I’ve brave the way into fiddling with fandom verses, I was hesitant and shy but because you gave me a chance and helped me explore things, I was able to do something fun and interesting !    I even still have the drawings you’ve made of Judith and grimmy!  hahaha   I adore you so, so much!  Again, just thanks for being with me all through out !! 

[erloeser-a]

CONT. FROM HERE ❣ @endhell​

     the female nodded in agreement as soon as her name was uttered, still no movement upon her face whilst polishing another glass behind the counter. “ yeah, that’s me.” the demon’s gaze would travel back to the male; there had been something familiar about his face, his scent even. though, any kind of memories including him seemed inaccessible. with the glass set aside, she’d lean on the wooden bar, tilting her head to the side. 

    what kind of question was that? “no, i wouldn’t know why.” her voice remained blunt. though, this was quite the confusing situation; her memory wasn’t this bad, was it? quickly would she take in his features again; the stranger (or perhaps not) was indeed quite handsome, so maybe...”did we have sex at a certain point?” still, no emotions on her cold face framed by pale red hair. “i tend to forget that..a lot.” with a myriad of partners, how could one possibly remember them all?