#knxight

[hxnlv-blog]

knxight

       "What does?" Lucas eyed the other, his eyes scanning the individual from top to bottom. His first thought was that he was talking about a piece of clothing that Lucas had on, but there were no similarities. The stranger seemed to have been wearing a uniform, perhaps from a restaurant or small eatery. With that thought, Lucas directed a finger to himself, curiosity originating in the tone of his voice. "Do you think I have something on me that belongs to you?"

       Luhan had been lost in thought when he looked at the other's clothing. He could have sworn he had seen this all before, it felt oddly familiar to him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason until the male had spoken up, stirring the dark haired male's attention so that he was now looking at the other. It took him a moment to process what had been said, and he widened his eyes when he realized it might have been odd that he was staring at this person's clothing. "Oh, um. No, it's not that!" His voice was slightly frantic, a little worried over whether the other might think he was strange for doing so. "Sorry, I just..this feels familiar, like I've seen this all before. They have a name for that, right? Dae...Da.... Ah, I can't really pronounce it."

[qrisus-blog]

You're so dumb. - Anon

I am not dumb, for I have the ability to speak.

[magicstal-blog]

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Krystal frowns, looking out the window as the rain began to fall. Still, her yellow umbrella is missing. I still think someone stole it. She thought to herself, putting up her hood before running out the door. Looking down at her timer, her eyebrow quirks up in confusion. It’s counting down. “Huh, I thought it would be another year or so.” The young magician shrugs her shoulders before making her way down the streets.Since it was raining, just maybe she’ll find that person that stole her yellow umbrella. In the crowd of black and clear umbrellas, she finally spots her bright yellow umbrella. Picking up her pace, she runs after the person. “HEY! YOU WITH THE YELLOW UMBRELLA.” She calls out, hoping that it would catch his attention. “That’s—-” The faint sound of beeping rings in her ear, looking down at the timer, it finally it zero. “That’s my umbrella! Give it back!”

[no-zomi]

✎ ✪

Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's... ( x )

✎ - taste in music/literature

Hip-hop. Nothing more, nothing less. Jay finds solace in the music of the streets as an aspiring rapper and he’s strongly inspired by it. Rather open to other genres, unless it’s a particularly heavy techno. He’s quite an intrumentalist as well, therefore despite his intimidating aura, Jay is quite musically sensitive. 

Truthfully, these days he doesn’t read many books. He simply loves wasting his time on wandering around and skateboarding. However, he enjoys good horrors and criminals. Let it be the classic Anne Rice or Steven King. 

[incuzi]

❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞

'Honestly, why does it have to be so fucking cold?' Zitao absolutely despised the cold. If cold was an actual person, he’d gladly take a punch at them for even existing. Some say he feels too strongly about the this type of weather, but he’s been around long enough to put up with it and he’s sick of it. So it’s common to see the male wrapped up in a thick scarf paired with his favorite (fluffy) winter coat, and a pair of gloves. If it was up to him, Zitao would just hibernate throughout all of winter and then fully function for the rest of the seasons. So here he was, waiting at a bus stop that would take him back to his cozy apartment where Candy, his Maltese puppy, was probably waiting for him to feed her. The incubus’ scarf was shielding half of his face, his hands buried deep within the pockets of his coat, and a evident irritable expression settled on his face. He had already been waiting in the cold for about fifteen minutes, but the bus still hadn’t come and he was ready to scream and shout. Luckily, he couldn’t as he was just too cold to really react. Zitao vaguely noticed another figure approach the stop and began to wait as well. Both figures now huddled in the warmth of their own coats. Several minutes passed, the silence filled with the occasional sound of a car passing by or a group of friends laughing as they walked down the sidewalk, before Zitao heard a muffled voice. ❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞ The incubus’ gaze slid over to the person a few feet away from him, the male obviously just as cold as him. He knew the other must have been talking to himself and obviously said it a bit too loud, but before he could stop himself, Zitao responded in a shaky voice. “You would think the bus driver would at least hurry the fuck up in this weather for people like us, but apparently not.” To say the least, the male was a bit grumpy.

[qrisus-blog]

( knxight )

"I may adore your existence but your signature means nothing to me. I ask only for your continuing friendship." He purses his lips, nodding his head.

"Awww, what a darling. Our friendship will be everlasting, don't you worry." A soft chuckle emits from her mouth and she bops his nose playfully, slightly grinning at the younger.

[qrisus-blog]

I DONT WANT TO SPAM YOU AND GET ASK LIMIT SO ILL DO IT ALL IN ONE MESSAGE. HI YOURE KIND OF DROP DEAD GORGEOUS AND CUTE AND HOT DEPENDING ON YOUR HAIR COLOR. ONLY YOU CAN PULL OF SO ANY COLORS DID YOU KNOW THAT. I LIKE YOUR SMILE YOUR LAUGH YOUR FACE HECK EVEN YOUR CRY. I HOPE THAT WASNT CREEPY BUT YOURE JUST PERFECT. PERSONIFICATION OF PERFECT WOW IM SO GLAD TO KNOW YOU IM NOT WORTHY TO BE HONEST YOURE AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING, AN ANGEL ON EARTH. THE WORD LIMIT IS NEARING SOON CRAP UM UM UM UH---

Aigoo, Lucario. You’re such a sweet dork. -laughs- Thank you very much for these adorable compliments, I don’t disagree with them. -grins- Saranghae! -throws him a heart-

[serenadoux]

knxight:

"It looks like it is, finally!" Lucas exclaimed as his gaze was focused towards the gray sky. He watched the flurries progressively turn into downpours of heavy snow. It was about due time that it had started snowing, during the holiday weekend. A Christmas without snow just wasn’t right. He dropped his gaze afterwards to face the stranger, dusting the snow off his hair as he asked. "So I’m guessing you like snow? You sounded pretty excited there."

The fact that she made herself sound like a kid by suddenly raising her voice in front of a stranger didn't seem to hold any importance for the young idol; the sight of the snow timidly starting to coat the pavement wouldn't let her conceal the enthusiasm, after all. It wasn't until a rather tall youth seemed to openly share such feeling that she snapped out of her jolly trance, head somewhat tilted in curiosity to catch sight of the owner of the voice. Her lips curled in a gentle smile at his words, unconsciously so, and a single nod soon followed. ❛ I guess I made it obvious, didn't I? Honestly-- I wasn't even aware I'd said it out loud, my bad. ❜ Not that she was actually sorry, but she'd keep that bit to herself. ❛ Then again, who doesn't like snow— ❜