#ft soa

[enrax]

She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree And the most she will do is throw shadows at you But she's always a woman to me

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junji listening to soa and maja stream 

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[enrax]

J U N S O A 🩸💀🐈

I am Death, and when I love you it’s forever.

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[manikax]

👭👭

FOUR HEADCANONS - Soa 1. Maja LOVES playing dress up in Soa's closet. More so: she loves when Soa picks out her outfits and guides her into each garment by hand. Maja realizes the activity is a little on the nose - you know, given she's a literal doll - but relishes in the intimacy of it. Also the clothes. She really likes the vampiress' clothes. Ultimately, it's a way for Maja to feel closer to Soa and show her that she's not the only one who likes playing games. 

2. Although drinking blood does nothing for Maja, she will partake in a bloody cocktail (or two) when in Soa’s company. To her, it’s the equivalent of social smoking; she only does it when she’s with the vampiress. She’s a social blood drinker. Maja doesn’t find blood particularly tasty but likes the ritual of consuming it. The fun and raw sexuality of it. She also delights in watching what it does to Soa. When amongst vamps, do as vamps do...

3. Maja is more than happy to be Soa’s little protégé and does not find the role demeaning. Her interest in the vampiress is genuine, and she’s eager to learn from her. Before meeting Soa, Maja had reached a point in her immortality where everything bored her. She grew despondent, finding little purpose in life outside of shopping and internet fame. But upon meeting Soa (and resigning herself to the fact that she probably won’t uncover her bygone memories), she sees a resurgence of something else long lost. With Soa, Maja has a new lust for life. 

4. POST MEMORY REVEAL - Regaining her memories was emotionally difficult for Maja, but it gave her a new perspective on Soa. A softer one. Before recovering her memories, she’d assumed that Soa was a being devoid of empathy and who only did things for her own benefit. However, reflecting on how they met in 1850, she no longer believes that to be true. This changes the way she views both Soa and her relationship with the vampiress. What was once a sex-charged hedonistic affair, has become something more akin to genuine friendship. 

[enrax]

💃💫, 💆‍♀️ !!

The last time Junji danced, he was fifteen years old. He had been forced to take dance classes at the boarding school he'd attended in Sweden in the academy's valiant attempt to produce well-rounded pupils. He had learned how to Viennese waltz with the best of them, graduated, and then avoided it - and every other genre of dance - like the plague.

Teenage Junji had been lanky, awkward, and moody. Not a great recipe for dancing. Adult Junji had filled out quite well but was still fairly awkward, still fairly moody. All of this considered, it made zero sense why he rose from his armchair and offered his hand to Soa while Nat King Cole crooned Unforgettable from the record player. The music must have possessed him.

Junji pulled Soa close, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her in a slow dance around the living room. For the length of the song, it ceased to matter whether he looked ridiculous or not. It only mattered how Soa's body felt against his, the way they were able to seamlessly navigate the floor without tripping over each other's feet like strange, beautiful creatures with a shared brain. There was no need for verbal communication. He pressed his forehead against hers. For once, they were in perfect sync.

                                                            ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* † —

On a cool evening in July, Junji and Soa found themselves in the countryside, seated side-by-side on a blanket and drinking tepid wine purchased from a convenience store they'd passed on their drive out of town. It was simple and unplanned, a stark contrast from the expensive elegance of their usual nights together.

Admittedly, the informal nature of this sudden rendezvous made Junji nervous even though he had been the one to propose it. Though Soa herself, in her regal beneficence, did not appear to attribute any significant meaning to the outing, and for that, he was grateful.

Soa had mentioned something about stars, and the next thing he knew, he was suggesting he drive them somewhere they could properly view them. The city's fluorescence put the stars to death - you could never get a good look at them in Seoul. But out in the countryside, the firmament was free to blaze, brilliant and yellow and unrestrained. It was a stunning, awe-inducing sight. And yet, while Soa gazed at the stars, Junji gazed at her, and he felt like he was drowning. Worse: he felt like he was in love.

                                                             ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* † —

Junji was so focused on the financial data before him that he had not noticed Soa enter his office. He looked up when she called his name. Junnie. Of course.

It occurred to him - as shocking as an ice-cold splash of water - that it must be morning because Soa was wearing a different outfit. Yesterday: Gucci. Today: Prada. He had pulled an all-nighter again, this time quite unbeknownst to him.

Suddenly, he was insecure, certain that the bags under his eyes (which were present no matter how much sleep he got) must be especially pronounced. His shirt wrinkled. His hair mussed.

When Soa perched herself at the edge of his desk, crossing her elegant legs and gazing down at the papers he'd been deliberating over all night, he made quick work of straightening his spine and putting on his most refined air of professionalism in an attempt to overcompensate for his less-than-pristine appearance. He didn't know if it was working.

But he felt momentarily relieved when he met her gaze and was rewarded with a radiant smile. "What can I do for you today, Soa-sama?" But she did not answer him. Instead, she reached out and tucked a strand of his hair back into place. Unfortunately, he blushed.

[manikax]

🌸

Maja liked flowers well enough but hadn’t ever given their use as tools for seduction much thought. And yet, here she was: at a strange back-alley flower shop, seeking out the perfect bouquet to give to Soa.

She knew that each flower possessed a unique meaning, though she doubted there was a flower that conveyed her desired message: I loved murdering rapists with you! Let's do it again soon!

Maja glanced at the elderly woman manning the counter. She was spritzing a plant's waxy leaves with water, moving at a sloth's pace.

"Hi," she approached her. "What's the most fucked up plant you got in here?"

In eery silence, the old woman shuffled to the back and emerged with a strange-looking plant in a medium-sized black pot. When she first saw it, Maja did not know what she was looking at. The plant seemed to have a head: bulbous and toothy like a venus flytrap. It smiled up at her. White flowers that Maja could not identify clawed out of the dirt like zombie hands in an old B-horror movie. Red liquid oozed from their pistils.

"Is that... blood?" Maja asked, brow raised. The old woman shrugged. Maja reached out a finger to poke the plant. It bit her.

"It's perfect," said Maja. "I'll take it."

Maja teetered around the city in her precariously high platforms, cradling the fucked up plant in her arms like an infant. Finally, when she was granted an audience with Soa, she presented her with the pot. "Isn't it just amazing?" A cheeky grin rounded Maja's cheeks into plums. She bounced on her heels. "It made me think of you."

[manikax]

PINK DIAMONDS IN THE DARK.

featuring music by Allie X, Kim Petras, Slayyter, Princess Nokia, Kilo Kish and more.

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