#jadeiism

[dreicha-archived-blog]

@jadeiism

It is a slight lie.  Devani knows two names.  She was the one who made sure they did not get graves.  Had burned one to nothing but ashes anyway.  She squints at the other, past the woman and to the long creature hidden inside.  Briefly wonders if Yuna would consider letting her inside those coils.  “I suppose it doesn’t matter.  We?  You would trust me to do that?”  She thought the green dragon was more than capable of fending for herself. 

[kiceun]

      ❛  damn, you're totally wet!  ❜       beatiude is splendour in these dark hues of effiminatey; earnesty and tenderheartedness descending from habitual benignity  ---  now it all just disintegrates down to her feet. peculiarly, ilseong gawks at the woman in front of him with manifest astounded and confoundment as it is arduous for him to grasp how such an accountable adult such as yuna could have gotten under a downpour (he must have sunken real deep into his studying if he hadn’t heard it tapping on his glass window) without no shelter nearby, or at least an umbrella in such a grim weather. however, adjudication aside, that perfunctory moment of shock passes and he comes to his senses;      ❛  you’ll get sick this way, come in–  ❜      he yanks her inside without bothering for the water which continues to drop down from her genteel figure.      ❛  you’ve come in a good time; the water is finally warm so if you wanna take a shower… i’ll try to find some clothes that might fit you, but i don’t promise anything...  ❜

      he gestures at the shabby bathroom as if his proposition was merely redundant and he in fact authorized her to warm up. she really did have some aspect of fortune in all of this wretchedness, for he usually does not have warm water at his impecunious excuse of residence thus, using the school’s gym to shower in the lockers room. yuna is quite slender (although not as gaunt as ilseong) therefore he believes a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie would suffice. or at least he hopes.

      never before has he encountered a situation in which he'd given his clothes to anyone, albeit, presumably every thing has its first time. habitually, solicitude has not been endowed to the boy yet now when he takes a glance of the woman's deplorable state he has no choice but take care of her unlike he's ever taken care of anyone (or god forbid, even himself) before. the mannerliness when he indisposedly attempts to succor her with his little means to do so is evident upon his facade; he’s neophyte to such conducts but, making tea and bringing her dry clothes shall be a proper kickstart.     /     @jadeiism  ft.  cont. 

[seokgah]

      THE VISIT HAD SERVED ITS PURPOSE; pausing in his tracks, the god merely chuckled at such empty threats.  ❛  i’ll be looking forward to it.  ❜  seokga would indeed welcome anyone willing to offer him a decent fight; had they not yet learned the extent of his hellish pride? turning his boots, challenging eyes studied the dragon head to toe before continuing all humorously;  ❛ —— in fact, i’d hope you’d find your way to my kingdom sooner rather than later. either now, or when my army sets this place on fire. your choice, but make it a decent one.  ❜ 

@jadeiism from ♛.

[spoiledsovls]

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mun questions ( x )

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

oh boy. i have a lot of partners that i wanna thank. for instance (the one i always mention) is @ofkngs. also @oedvpus (i don’t know if they’ll see this and even though we talked more ooc-- they’d point out grammar mistakes here and there.) there’s @inwolvesteeth for the angst but also @aptcryptic , @falsvs , @gumihc , @consilian as well. @mintaeart and @gujoja also count, just a big thank you to them for dealing with hyejung (she’s honestly a handful.) there’s actually a lot more because i do have to thank everyone writing with me for making me become a better writer. i obviously just can’t name them all..

there are people ooc that i haven’t written with as much but their encouragement of me to keep writing (even though sometimes i feel like i suck) makes me a better writer (so shout out to @godvices @glitchedcraft for that.) gotta thank those who roleplay with me on twitter too (not sure if they’ll see this.)

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

a vampire au, heh. i would say post-apocalyptic but i already had one that’s like the last of us *^*

[lifewoken]

She held a young fawn within her arms. It’s eyes drooping as it did not feel threaten and was at peace within the woman’s arms. A smile was upon the woman’s face as she slow lowered herself to rest upon her knees. Carefully handing the small creature to the woman who sat on lush green grass surrounded by wildflowers.

“Such a remarkable creature she is.” The coat of the fawn was unique indeed for it has white splashes of fur and one blue eye. “Her mother has fallen ill shortly after she was born. It’s alright, you may hold her. She is at calm and understands you will not harm her.”

@jadeiism​

[adeuljasik-blog]

@jadeiism  |  link !

        seok  hansung  was  a  ladies  man  in  only  the  b r o a d e s t  sense  of  the  word ;  the  elderly  women  he  spent  his  days  with  would  coo  at  him  as  they  wove  their  stories,  pinching  at  the  baby  fat  still  clinging  stubbornly  to  his  cheeks.  only  very  rarely  would  women  whom  were  actually  his  age  ( or  thereabouts )  pay  him  any  attention  and,  despite  his  being  a  half - breed,  it  was  more  common  than  not  that  they  wanted  the  praise  of  his  hyung.  women,  hansung  came  to  conclude  one  spring  evening,  didn’t  want  poets ;  they  wanted  those  whom  sparred  with  swords  and  not  words.

        even  with  his  limited  interactions  with  females,  he  knew  a  foreigner  when  he  saw  one ;  and,  ever  the  model  citizen  he  thought  himself  to  be,  he  couldn’t  help  but  approach.

        hansung  could  only  hope  she  understood.  “ are  you  lost ? ”

[bxynjolf]

@jadeiism​ ╱ cont. 

     Sod it all, he hadn’t the time for this. Never had put much stock in the fated thing. The numbers on his watch ticked on beyond his care, eyes cast forward while thoughts skipped elsewhere. Only when shoulders clashed and an apology half-fumbled, did he catch full sight of the passing gal. The blooming news didn’t make sense. Here, in the midst of streets unknown surrounded by a plethora of oddities far outside his own understanding, he hadn’t even considered meeting her. 

                    ❝ Lass, you’re—— ❞

        A glance is tossed far ahead, the silent plea that his own boss’s shrill tone might break the masses. 

  ❝ Don’t mistake me. You’re lovely. Absolutely stunning, in fact, but I’m not the strapping boy best for this level of commitment.  ❞

        A felon on the run would undoubtedly make a poor partner, Brynjolf thought. Dressed casual, auburn hair is twisted up into a sloppy knot as unshaven features sit fixed in shock still. Jetlagged and work burdened, there was a spot of regret at being caught in such an ill state. 

[crownviper-blog]

+ @jadeiism

“It’s poor manners to stick your head where it doesn’t belong,” was his comment, its delivery so brusque on a tongue quite boorish. Apparently, Vernon Roche had an uncanny habit of foregoing gentler ‘pleasantries,’ but that shouldn’t surprise anyone. At any rate, it fit in quite well with this awful place. “I’d mind my own business,” he continued with ease, watching her with just a sliver of interest. “You may just keep it.”