#killingnotes

[agmaknae-a]

@killingnotes  :  wait  .........  you  look  JUST  like  the  guy  from  4starz

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒,  and  he  swore  that  for  a  second,  he  could  feel  time  stop.  His  breath  was  caught  in  his  throat--How  the  hell  did  she  know  about  4STARZ?  They  had  very  little  merchandise  (  a  hoodie,  a  few  photo  cards,  ect  ),  one  album,  and...after  that,  they  had  'disbanded'.  Disappeared  without  a  trace.  Gone.  'Your  little  group  that  failed...Your  dream,  nothing  but  a  failure  from  the  start.'  Gwi-Ma's  voice  echoes  in  his  mind,  he  felt  like  he  couldn't  breathe.

𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍,  he  was  brought  back  to  reality.  No  look  of  discomfort  on  his  face  at  all,  despite  his  heart  pounding  in  his  chest  and  his  mind  twisting  around  in  his  skull.  His  head  tilts  as  he  looks  at  Zoey,  eyes  rolling  slightly.  Just...play  it  off  cool.  It's  fine.

"I  have  no  idea  who  you're  talking  about."    

[demonidol]

@killingnotes ; "i still can’t believe you’re doing the idol thing"

"is it really that surprising?" he leans back against the wall, casting a playful sideways glance at her. it still felt odd to be having such a tame and civil conversation with her when not too long ago she would have gladly thrown her knives at him and aim right for his throat. "i mean, i am pretty good at it. it would be a waste to not keep using my talents,"

[388sarc]

SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. — @killingnotes

he's never truly granted a moment of respite, even on one of his days off. always keeping an eye out, trying to ensure nothing goes wrong in the streets; what good is his musculature if he cannot use it for good ? people are always needing help, even those that are a far cry from the teary-eyed residents of the shelter. neither his concern nor his care falters. tiresome, sure, but it nevertheless perpetuates his fantasy of being a protector —— a fantasy desperately clung to, lest the weight of the world and his growing debts drag him down beneath the surface.

protection herein takes the shape of a sprinting figure shoving past him on the sidewalk. the force knocks him aside, pushes wind from his chest before he can make heads or tails of what played out. his head jerks back, sees a girl standing dazed, a little petrified. he knows what has to be done. feet slam into the pavement below, breaking out the agility typically reserved for sports nights at the shelter. the only constant in his mind is the absolute necessity to follow this creep, force back whatever what was lost into that girl's hands.

he keeps running, ignoring the exhaustion licking at his lungs. he runs until him and the assailant converge as one, and he may adequately levy the force of his weight against the opposite. exertion of the phone forcibly relinquished brings dae-ho to lose his balance, stumbling black in a gesture losing him any flair points the heroism granted. but ... he's got the phone back. awesome ! now all that's left to do is sprint back over to whoever that girl was. check on her, make sure she's alright. keep an eye on her.

panting and palming sweaty strands of hair from his face with his freehand, he presents the phone to its rightful owner. ❛❛ are you okay ? i don't really know what happened. just felt like i had to go after 'em. ❜❜

[forgaeven]

❛ so, they're fighting ... ? ❜

so she was right — she wasn't imagining it. because, see, people might think that all silence and quiet are the same—but really, there's always a difference. sometimes a silence is comfortable, and that's the best kind anyone could ask for. sometimes it's just a silence from the night, because everyone else is sleeping, and taking their time to unwind. and then there's the—the tensed sort of silence. the kind that feels thick, that feels poisonous. lucy would know, they both would. they've been here before, after all.

lucy looks at her twin, @killingnotes, nervously: ❛ are you okay ? ❜

one-para starter call i forgot the link of <3

[napalmera]

@killingnotes hit the 💗 !!

bathhouse? check. hiatus? check. ultimate relaxation? triple check. things are going well for the group, both professionally and personally, maybe even better than they've ever gone. it's just... "are you bored?" with the new honmoon holding strong, mira can't help but feel that there's something missing.

[voicestrong]

NSFT PROMPTS / ACCEPTING.

@killingnotes : [ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

there is an almost dreamlike quality this moment carries: rumi, stripped bare - physically, emotionally - unafraid of the gentle, iridescent glow of her patterns; and zoey, breathtakingly beautiful and writhing beneath her.

as someone who has always run hot, rumi already shines with a light sheen of sweat. her hair, while still partially up, is messy, errant strands sticking to her forehead and back. she's flushed and hot to the touch, her eyes looking black in the face of her desire and the absence of light.

the harness sits comfortably around her hips which lean easily into a deep but moderate rhythm. rumi chases every sound zoey makes, letting her responses guide her as she holds herself above zoey, their foreheads almost touching.

her breath, staccato and hot against zoey's neck, is a tamer concession to curb the insatiable part of rumi that wants to bite. the praise only heightens this urge that joins the arousal pooling in the pit of rumi's stomach. she whines, an ache settling in her jaw where her canines grow to unnatural points.

"zoey," she sighs her name, unable to stop herself as she nips at zoey's neck, tongue dragging over her pulse point. "i love hearing you like this. you are so gorgeous."

[notmarine]

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “ + [ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed. — @killingnotes

it is not an affair of whether or not dae-ho wants to — not once had his deep, internalized desires ever been called into question. rather, he wishes not to impose on zoey, always eager to play their array of dalliances out exactly as she preferred. present insistence now beckons his eyes to widen, coiling lust already twisting at his gut. ❛❛ you serious ? ❜❜ it escapes the cavern of his mouth before he may harness the decency to reel it back in. audacious smirk tugs at his lips as he reaches up to tug zoey earthward, closer to his level at the mattress's soft cushioning. ❛❛ we should — ah — we should get you out of this, then, huh ? ❜❜ digits ghost her chest, plucking the fabric of her top out with one hand while the other finds purchase at her waist.

[sajabarks]

he listens as she rambles out more turtle facts, his lips curled into the faintest of smiles. he can't help but admire the way that she seems to glow from the inside out. he loves the way her smile seems to chase away the ever present fog in his mind, bringing him a clarity that he hasn't known in so long. his gaze lingers briefly on an errant strand of hair that falls into her eyes and his fingers twitch in his lap, wanting nothing more than to reach out and gently push it back.

but then her question about demons and skin snaps him out of his thoughts. his brow furrows slightly, head canting to the left as he thinks it over. "i...don't know. personally, i never have." his shoulders lift into a slight shrug. "can't answer for the others, though." he watches her warily, a part of him scared that she would be upset that he didn't know. he hadn't really had any friends before the saja boys, so he didn't know about the other demons and what their skin shedding abilities were.

@killingnotes - continued from x.