#honmoonsworn

[jimseung]

wow. them. the soju boys. @honmoonwoven @agmaknae @sajaboytellem @queenrumi

[xgeumbit]

“You’re freezing—come here. It’s just body heat… nothing else.” / for do-hyun from zoey!

slow-burn sparks & quiet heartfire // @honmoonsworn

"Aaaish! You're even colder than I am!"

The former reaper gently batted at the other's arm before he huffed and pulled her in, wrapping the two of them in the blanket he had stolen from Mira's room. While his expression was miffed at sharing what little heat he carried, as his human form couldn't hold it well in the first place— the furrow of his brow was the only indication that he made sure Zoey was well-covered for warmth as well.

[hyonmoon]

@honmoonsworn has me wanting to make a bunch of ocs and have them be like an american indie band full of demon hunters.... how FUN, right?

[2wanlake]

SEO MIRA : "i have 'em eating out of my hand."

"you do," she agrees. a satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she her eyes flicker from her phone to @honmoonsworn. "what a powerful feeling to have knowing you have so much influence over so many people. i imagine that to be dangerous too." she yawns and stretches, knocking one of the pillows from their blanket fort. odette can't remember the last time she had a sleepover, but hey, she wasn't complaining. girl time with snacks, gossip, and maybe a movie? it's exactly what she needed. "besides, i bet it's a good thing. what about those two hotties i saw you sitting next to in that viral post? from the saja boys? you have them eating out of your hand too."

[gwiima]

honmoonsworn asked: "Sure, kidnap me, my day literally can't get any worse!" / from rumi !

Prompt from x

Claws dance on the bars of her enclosure, the talons tapping rhythmically at the metal as she continues to shriek at him from the interior. "For a singer, your voice is aggravating," he says, the tapping of his fingers stopping as he stands in front of her. The lord's dark, eyeless stare faced her as flames danced on the crown of his head between his horns. He strides forward, the physical form of his body twisting between the dark metal, like fire seeping through the cracks of a wall. The action was smooth and noiseless until he stood in the same area as her.

"I do hope this is to your liking, songbird. Your friends won't be able to avoid us for much longer. Soon their souls will be harvested and brought to me. Your's, however, is unique. I don't want to harvest something so precious until it's ripe."

[kaiigen]

@honmoonsworn said ::

[ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. / for abby from mira 👀

Never in his years would he insult nor lay a hand toward a woman. They were to be protected, doted upon. The weaker sex relied on men like him to fight and win wars, to come home victorious and keep their bellies full. Yet when he brought that 'fact' to her, she'd always shot it down with vitriol. A growl here, a threat there and closely followed by violence. Ended with one of them pinned beneath the other, with a blade or sharp claws pressed against their throat.

Neither of them killed the other.

It was like a game at this point. If Abby killed Mira, she would win. She'd get so deep under an old generals skin that he'd taken her life. He had no idea why she let him live, nor did he care to find out. Not now, anyway. Not when he had her pinned against a wall, amber eyes glowing and teeth bared.

"Would you just shut up?" he'd finally raised his voice, his dialect spoke volumes as to how long ago he'd fallen from humanity.

She wouldn't survive in Joseon, he thought. Were all modern women like this?

[unlovedsaints]

continued from this with @honmoonsworn

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] yes...... killed by fans

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] do you wanna come with? i know the BEST spot!

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] saw it on tiktok

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] why would i wanna order online where no one can ask for my autograph?

[forgaeven]

❛⠀heard you've got competition lately. ❜

he says it off-handedly, his attention's more captured by his focus on lighting the cigarette. when it's clear that the lighter hasn't had any ignition left, min-jae curses, the words sharp against his tongue, before he centres himself quickly and puts away the cigarette stick, still frowning. fuck. he'll get to some store soon, get a new lighter.

for now, distractedly—

❛⠀are they better ? ❜ he asks, and maybe, to any other person, it's just another question. but for those born under their father's teaching, min-jae's inquiry is obvious: did they have you beat ?

@honmoonsworn, min-jae starter call.