#lcststvr

[oizysd]

@lcststvr​.

            EVERY  NIGHT  IS  DIFFERENT,  but  in  a  way,  it  always  falls  into  place  in  a  similar  manner.  regardless  of  the  events  that  lead  up  to  it,  aziel  is  met  with  a  few  paparazzi  who  capture  him  in  his  drunken  state,  and  the  repercussions  depend  on  how  intelligible  he  still  is  by  the  time  he’s  dragged  outside.   he’s  about  halfway  there  when  someone  catches  his  attention  for  longer  than  a  few  short  seconds,  although  he’s  barely  able  to  make  out  her  face  beneath  the  dim  lighting  and  crowd  that  surrounds  them  both.  that  doesn’t  deter  him  from  approaching  her,  though,  and  he  says  the  first  thing  that  comes  to  mind  once  he’s  close  enough  for  her  to  hear  him  over  the  booming  bass  that  fills  the  room.  “  pretty  outfit.  ”  his  voice  is  low  and  raspy,  fingers  running  through  his  hair  as  he  gets  a  better  look  at  her.  although  he  already  reeks  of  alcohol,  he  has  a  decent  grip  on  himself  thus  far,  his  intentions  perfectly  lining  his  gaze  as  he  moves  into  the  spot  in  front  of  her  and  continues  swaying  to  the  music.  

[pareidoliacal]

in response to this!!!! ----> @lcststvr​

her profile is settled sideways in the chair she sits upon, arms crossed over her chest in what could be considered a defensive posture. while bora almost always feels on the guard about something, this time it's more... petulant. she's not at all happy to be here and she certainly isn't a fan of the room. she knows from experience that it's meant to make her feel like a caged animal, trapped with nowhere to run or no vision of where she is. truly, the circumstance does bring about the primal side lurking within her flesh and bone, but the only ones who should be worried about her teeth and claws are the people who put her here to begin with.

she regards the man across from her with a simple eyebrow raise and tilt of the head, blond locks of hair sliding from her face as a result which only gives a better view of the lack of eagerness on her features. she isn't eager to answer his questions and hasn't been for the hour or two she's been here. it's not likely to change either. still, she gives a roll of her shoulders, shrugging them lightly as she lets out a sigh.

"i believe i've answered you multiple times on that already. it's not my problem you choose not to believe me." she answers. 

she's been lying consistently, badly, but she's a firm believer in the adage of baffling a person with bullshit. yoojin would probably be more suited for this sort of thing given how he can slip in and slip out and weave lies like they're words spoken by a long awaited deity. ultimately, she'd been picked to find and tail the guy instead, to get his attention, because they need art pieces. more importantly they need to steal them but they need expertise in the world of art dealing to make sure they're stealing the right ones, and they need to make sure they choose the right expert on the matter-- a.k.a. one who won't out them to the police.

[pareidoliacal]

“Please, for me?” shuyen x hyerin

3 little words starter meme.

grocery shopping is, by far, one of shuyen’s least favorite errands to have. his reasonings for such are multiple, but the majority of it is to do with the people. they’re obnoxious and loud, pushy on even the best and least busy of days, and perhaps worst of all, entitled. he remembers only liking the ventures when he and hanbin could ride around in the shopping carts, taking turns pushing one another as their mom shopped around. nowadays, he only gets pushed around in a cart if he and his friends are drunk and want to have a race. at least he knows now why his mom had always been insistent on getting done with groceries as quick as possible.

thankfully, he’s almost done with the weekly endeavor, standing in the checkout lane with his groceries spread out on the conveyor belt. he’s next up for checkout, the pregnant woman in front of him up for paying, when her voice breaks his musing over the tabloid magazines he’s been reading. he raises a brow, eyes looking in between the cashier who holds an mild, displeased look on his features and the pleading face of the woman who still owes about fifteen bucks.

“charge it to mine,” he speaks up, reprimanding himself internally for being a bleeding heart. he gives the woman a small, slightly sheepish smile before gesturing for the cashier to go ahead and ring him up so he can pay.

—-> @lcststvr

[pareidoliacal]

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” ( anyone surprise me )

3 little words starter meme.

rin raises an eyebrow, head turning so she can better look at the pretty reckless’s vocalist. they’ve been offered a good gig at a bar not far from campus and on top of that they’re willing to pay them. given it’s location, it’s bound to be full of their usual fans, but there’s also likely to be just as many unknowns who will either love them or hate them. however, it is a bar and she knows from experience its had it’s fair share of bar fights. understandably, there’s a reason to be worried.

“it’s up to you ultimately, captain our captain.” she says finally, offering him a small smile as she pats his shoulder. “there’s always another gig elsewhere– might even be a party that same night that we could go for instead. i can always ask seong if he knows of any.”

—-> @lcststvr

[pareidoliacal]

“Want a hit?” gain x dahee

3 little words starter meme.

she has to hand it to bora and izzy for their endurance and ability to continue on dancing in the throng of equally writhing bodies with no signs of stopping anytime soon. admittedly, however, dahee hasn’t been to nearly as many parties as her two friends so her stamina drains a lot faster. so does her ability and willingness to be surrounded by so many suffocating, writhing bodies. either way, she decides it best to take a break for the moment.

she’s only propped up against the wall to relax and drink from the water bottle she’s grabbed up for a couple of minutes when a joint passes in front of her vision. her eyebrows rise, gaze drifting from hand to arm to the face of the female. she contemplates it for a moment before nodding her head.

“sure,” she answers, carefully taking the blunt from the other. she takes a quick drag from it and passes it back, inhaling the smoke deeply before releasing it back through her nose – a little trick yoojin taught her how to do. the weed itself feels strong but she’s not as good as identifying quality versus bad. 

“that’s good stuff– thanks.” she comments even so, offering the other girl a smile.

—- @lcststvr

[celestialfail]

( @lcststvr​​​  ❤ for a starter | muse :  baek jungmin x ? | plot :  you just walked in on me taking a client on the phone and oops i guess now you know that your roommate is a phone sex operator , not that i care but wow you look awkward )

❝ WHAT A GOOD BOY , ❞  jungmin breathes into his cellphone. slender fingers are wrapped around the bright blue cell; a different color than his usual silver phone. his lips purse as he waits for his client.  ❝ sh , keeping going , love , yes ... twist your wrist just a bit , but only a little .  you can't cum until i say you can ... ❞  jungmin gives a relatively real sounding moan, though his face remains stoic, free hand flipping through a magazine on his lap. after a bit of teasing, jungmin finally lets the man cum and they hang up.

it's only then that jungmin realizes his roommate has come home and seems to have heard him, judging by the look on their face when he walks out of the bedroom to grab a drink. he pauses at the left side of the sofa, a faint smile on his lips.  ❝ you're home early , ❞  he greets, smile growing a bit.  ❝ i suppose ... you heard that , yes ? ❞  he tilts his head, ears high on alert, his tail still behind him.

[celestialfail]

❤ blue

send me ❤ and I will bold … //  still accepting !

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[oizysd]

@lcststvr​. 

          HIS  BIG  BREAK  ——  he  swears  this  one  will  be  it,   just  as  he  did  the  last  time  failure  came  his  way  (  quite  cruelly  at  that  ),  and  the  handful  of  times  before  this.  still,  he’s  here,  approaching  things  from  a  different  angle  this  time :  an  improved   wardrobe.  standing  before  the  mirror,  he  turns  towards  the  person  beside  him,  introducing  his  problem  with  a  frustrated  huff. “  hey,  hi.  hi.  help?  this — ”  a  pale  pink  dress  shirt  is  dragged  in  front  of  the  clothing  he  already  has  on,  head  held  high  and  eyebrows  furrowed  to  show  the  full  potential.  “ or this? ”  he  puts  down  the  first  shirt  and  puts  another  on  display  atop  of  his  chest,  this  time  a  navy  color.  another  pause,  same  expression  as  before,  before  he  holds  both  out.  “  this  is  a  big  deal,  so  please consider  your  answer  carefully.  i’m  stuck. ”  never  mind  the  fact  that  he’s  bombed  his  audition  in  an  assortment  of  outfits  ;  he  swears  this  is  the  key  to  success,  and  his  bubble  won’t  burst  easily.