#k-sung

[inhyelation]

HOW TF YOU WRITE SO WELL ON YOUR PHONE WHO DID YOU MURDER?? WHAT MAGICAL BLESSED BABY'S FOREHEAD YOU KISS??? BLESS ME for i feel like im sinning with the way i bow down to your syntax and creativity & i dont want to be saved

this is literally how i feel about you on a daily basis, i don’t deserve you 🙈🙈🙈🙈

[xnoctuary]

@k-sung LOOL its ok omg i  love u i need the triple s man. triple threat. sj sh sg. @lithified baby 

ALSO if u DO wanna write w me at crvxnk omg jus hmu there rn im like online on both accounts at once cos incognito rox 

[inhyelation]

@k-sung:

relying on concrete images to grasp some sense of sanity is a dangerous method of maintaining control. he doesn’t like to sleep because dreams are too vivid. the reality he knows how to deal with after 27 years of experience. just smoke a cigarette or beat someone bloody, watch it all disappear in seconds underneath busted knuckles and calloused fingertips.

the action is what relieves his stress, not the nicotine addiction or the violent trip he easily justifies. but lately, his dreams have involved collapsing cities, visions of entirely different people, lives of historical figures he has no recollection of. you are supposed to draw from memory and subconscious for a dream to exist–what kind of psychological bullshit.

He picks up a canvas (option #4), appraising it as if it were just a blank wall. Can’t help but consider it all a waste of money, muttering his response.

“Did I mention sex at all?” attention rests on a familiar face. familiar in a way that he knows her name, but can’t attach a purpose to it. hyeri comes and goes in his life. people like that are bad to have around, just like the cigarette between his fingers. it’s too comfortable and he can never get used to temporary people on his payroll. “So you’re running away from your identity crisis to bug the fuck out of me again–” he flicks loose ashes at her as a form of mediocre vengeance, “–get the fuck over it.”

these days she dreams of empty houses, painted black and left to rot on the side of the highway. she always wakes up in a cold sweat, heart full of blood and a throat screaming lullabies left for the dead. 

she meets sunggyu the morning after she enters the houses for the first time. there lie in his eyes a distant familiarity and her biggest fear: two houses painted black, cut out from the sheet of a starless night. she flits from van gogh’s field of poppies next to his desk, to the dying cactus on his windowsill. ( “how the fuck did you manage to kill a cactus, anyway?” ) turn your terror into power, power into the art of persuasion. this is the only remedy she knows.

“no, but i was hoping you would mention sex.” last night, the house had collapsed, diminishing her into a dust storm. she’s a layer too thin sitting against his wall, legs crossed and salt-skinned. ghostly remnants of a cold sweat never rub off, no matter how many times you run through tap water and stand under the rain.

she laughs. "you know, maybe if you got laid every once in a while, you wouldn’t be so...” she squints at him. ponders silently as if there are a million words to describe him. “tense.” nodding towards the canvas in his hand, she quirks a brow, half-smile slipping smoothly over her lips. “actually, i think the one with the identity crisis is you.” she crinkles her nose as a sudden gust of grey ashes spiral through the air. slender fingers reach out just in time, flecks of ash parachuting to a muted landing on her palm. “you’re the one who hired me. so no, i won’t get over it.”

[lusineinthesky]

★☆★☆★☆★

Send me a ★ for an IC fact. Send me a ☆ for an OOC fact.

★ Lucy could literally sleep a day away. She has to set an alarm two hours ahead of when she needs to leave because it’s necessary to have a solid hour to just will herself out of bed.

★ She loves kids. She’s like a go-to person for babysitting. Absolutely loves running around and playing with little ones.

★ She would literally give the clothes off her back to someone if they needed it. She’s charitable to the point of causing hardship to herself.

★ Sometimes she takes walks along the Han River late at night if she can’t sleep, and sometimes she walks on the river if she feels isolated enough.

☆ I walk on my tip-toes when barefoot.

☆ I really, really don’t like birds. They freak me out. Hippos are my favorite animal though omgahhhhhh.

☆ I’m hemophobic. >>

[whitexrabbits-blog]

✂ = threatening them . [ jeongguk. insert winkey face

meme: send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse…status: accepting“You know my face now. So you know exactly who you’re looking forward to seeing if you betray me.” The fifteen year old couldn’t help the amused grin that finds its way across his lips as he looks at the mafia boss. Perhaps it wasn’t the most appropriate reaction to a death threat, but who could help it when they were standing face to face with some guy who looked like any other flower-boy on the street? So K-Sung wasn’t some middle aged dude with scars and a muscular build, nor was he an older gentleman with a crisp black suit like something out of the manhwa that he so liked reading…Interesting. Oh well, he didn’t choose his loyalties based on looks. If he did this dude would be shit out of luck because quite frankly, aside from the sour expression on his face he didn’t really appear to be the type that could be a threat. But then again he didn’t either. So perhaps birds of a feather flocked together. “Yeah, yeah. That’s nice and all….But,” He replies with a wave of his hand, plunging a hand into the pocket of his denim jacket, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes that he’d swiped from his deadbeat dad. Threats have no effect on him, as he already has no regard for himself whatsoever. It’s the thing that makes him dangerous. When one doesn’t see themselves in a picture, the things that they are willing to do to another human being are horrific. Consequences were nothing to him. Meeting the leader’s eyes with an apathetic gaze, he lit up his cigarette and took a long drag before blowing silver smoke into the tense air. “Tell me something I don’t know. Like why the hell I’m here. You got a job for me or are we here to share beauty secrets? Sorry to tell you but my youthful looking skin is because I’m actually young, can’t help you there.”                                                             { k-sung }

[meiguilu]

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Look what the cat dragged in!

[saintguts-archived-blog]

one character i will never let go of

really cool meme thing

HONESTLY...this one right here. This is the first time I’ve kept a muse for so long (and its been like..3months? I suck at staying faithful--), but we’ll see how far I’ll go with him haha *sweats*

[yojunioh]

"What do we have here?" LMFAOOO

( SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition. )  

Oh no. Oh fucking no. Not today. 

He was hoping for no male customers today. None what so ever, because it's one thing to be dressed like this in front of girls. But guys -- now that was a different story. If Jinyoung had pride in one thing it would be his manhood. What manhood you may ask? One he believes he still has as he obediently makes his way to the door of the cafe with cat ears on and clad in a school uniform. He's already cringing even before the words leave his lips, and it's at moments like this that he wonders why he still works here.

"Good afternoon ..." He hesitates for a moment because princess is much easier to roll off the tongue whereas prince just feels odd. So he opts out. " ... sir. Jinyoung, here to serve yo --" His head's tugged down by the furry ears and the question is laced with less curiosity and more disgust. He was one of those guys. Jinyoung's already making up a profile for the customer in his head. A dominant type. Likes his men in cat ears. Typical anime "bad boy". Preference: little boys. This is clearly not what he had signed up.

He's backing away as soon as he gets the headband out of his grasp. "Hey man, not cool. This shit is practically glued onto my head."