#lifeinblack

[jewelotn]

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[untamedstreet]

Skyscrapers.

[manticxre]

@lifeinblack 

Never in his life would Kang Doyoung visualise himself as someone capable of being so...domestic. He hesitated on labelling himself the stay-at-home spouse, and yet, Woon being busy as he was (and insisting he didn’t need to do anything) meant that he was in fact just lying around with a cat on his chest. 

Though, he looked at the clock, and slowly shifted himself to a seated position with a yawn. It was the middle of the night, and he knew that Woon would still be home. Sliding off the bed and gently placing the sleeping Jejoo on his pillow, he made his way to the kitchen to heat up some of the food he had kept for his boyfriend in the event that he was hungry. 

Assassinations, after all, were hard work. 

With that, he waited for the microwave to do its work while he reached over for a banana, peeling it carefully before poising to eat it- just as he heard the door click to herald the other’s arrival. A small smile crossed the older man’s features when he turned around to greet Woon, tilting his head as he walked over to retrieve Woon’s coat. 

“Busy day?” 

[eyesofwater]

                 the heart must die a slow death; no hope,                                                             nothing remains. |  ©

[kiceun]

      ❛ what the hell are you fucking talking about-- ❜      this is an episode of rebelution. it is manifest in how not only does the tone of his voice is raised in deriding and impertinent inclination laced underneath but he’s offering such insolent expressions of vexation and repellion that it’s rather vile to witness how scornful his expression is -- although grimace does not entirely suits his features it is predominantly imprinted upon his face. he snickers, yes he snickers and it is full of contempt --- as if woon’s words are so unreliable, lacking any base of truth for ilseong to believe him in the slightest. he protests. and he shouldn’t in his state; lips quivering from the frost of the night as he’s seated on the edge of the sidewalk and eyes watery with all the emotions in the world abruptly overwhelming him. he raises his voice in the most discourteous manner when he knows he would repent it later, albeit silently. meawhile duress and distress are the most evident sentiments upon his facade, his heart is afflicted as it is conflicted between the need to be isolated and left alone to the denial of his yearning of being held closely.    ❛ pro-- protect me!? would you just look at him... d’you think waving your status and money at my face would intimidate me? like, don’t you already know it has no affect on me, it’s fucking useless -- what do you expect me, to follow you blindly, like --- jesus, you’re so annoying! what do i look like to you -- a lost case looking for someone to save him?! ❜    he really is.    ❛ i don’t need your pshycological-understading-caring bullshit! ah, really... this is such bullshit!! ❜    scraggy fingers are trembling as he grabs the gestured cup and glances away to the dusk of the streets. he cannot face neither judgmental nor fond eyes.    /    @lifeinblack  &  cont. 

[nobleconsort]

lifeinblack replied to your post “Another fun fact! Joan Chen  {aka the Empress } and Vivian Wu { aka...”

Puyi was a class A sadist dick and even if at first they kinda got along with Wangrong, I’m sure she had the shittiest life a Chinese empress could have.

yeah no, puyi was a real chucklefuck tbh. A lot of media, like the Last Emperor and even his tutor, Reginald Johnson’s book scale down his sadistic abuse by like 10, and if we didn’t have his brother Pujie or even his own accounts, we wouldn’t know how awful he was. Wanrong was blamed for Wenxiu leaving, Puyi treated her.. really badly tbh.

[hllhnd-blog]

[ ` STARTER | @lifeinblack ]

           Her face has been all over the television lately, the news following the case she has been placed on a week ago. It’s been a few days since another body turned up, and the pressure was increasing. The media was demanding answers, answers which the detective could not provide -- not when she was playing with the rules.

                She had been standing off in the shadows for some time now, trying to gauge her next moves. While she doubts that the suspect was anyone directly connected to the Steel company, one of the possible line ups that raised some red flags did work in the building as a custodian.

             No, no. This wasn’t the time. She will make her move as soon as she is certain that she had some kind of leads. While it is no secret to her team members that she had a tendency of bending the rules in her favor for the sake of solving a case, she did not need her higher ups breathing down her neck. Though, she had a feeling one of them had an idea of her habits, but she has yet to be wrong about an unlawful advance, and therefore they’ve kept their mouths shut.

            Just as she was about to turn around, disappear back into the night, her shadow flickering for a moment as she allowed her hound self to consume her, a face in her line of vision caused her to freeze in her spot. Her shadow flickered once more, becoming normal.

              “Jesus! Where did you come from?” More importantly, how did he sneak up on her like that? Damn, her senses were off.  

[choseons-blog]

You need to rest.

ask meme: my muse is sick, and won’t admit it. send “you need to rest.” for their reaction. | [x] accepting / [  ] closed

“I am fine,” Choseon said, a little close to snapping. “I am still capable of performing my duties as usual — I promise I will stop if anything happens to me.”