#meme 2

[you-are-the-law]

[gaydaryl]

You hate loolapalooza and i hate hershelstagram. She is literally one of the most aropobic/acephobic person i've ever seen.

well,,, honey u got a big storm coming,,

[halliethereject]

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

Jezebel

ask me about my demons 

 jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way 

“Are you sure you want to broach this subject, hyung?” Jiyong’s lips form a lop-sided grin as he takes another gulp of the ice cold beer in his hand. 

“Ji, cut the crap,” Heechul gives him a look.

Jiyong laughs, “I swear it’s a stupid story, but here it goes. So prior a few months before I was turned into a demon, I slacked a lot and cut many classes and my grades could warrant a heart-attack from my mother. And that kind of shit grades are what get delivered into the mailbox. Obviously I couldn’t risk that, I needed damage control, and I started racking my brains (I always liked a challenge). I always had a liking towards the charming yet somewhat awkward  stand-in lecturer that popped by once in a blue moon.”

Heechul raises his eyebrows at that.

Jiyong wiggles his brows in response, and continues, “So I just had to wait until I chanced upon him, and he helped relief in quite a number of classes, and even if he doesn’t have full power, he could change the grades, especially so if there were assessments or assignments due. It didn’t matter if he didn’t take my class, as long as he was in the school I’d find him. Though it was as if the heavens wanted it to happen, he took my next class. 

“You really should sit down and pay attention to people once in a while because boy can you learn a lot. I thought I had to work extra hard to charm my way off his pants but I saw the way he looked at the better looking male students; there would always be this very brief hint of want from his a-tad-too-long lingering gaze. Once the school bell chimed I launched into action. Getting his attention was really easy, the louder aggressive types seemed to have caught his eyes, all I did, was when we were alone, flicked my tongue a few times along my lower lips, and I just brazenly reached for his crotch when I went about to his desk. 

“Needless to say, he was very taken aback but I just knew I could definitely smoke through the next semester, when he didn’t really bother biting down his obnoxious moaning. I proceeded to climb on top of him, whispered dirty dirty things into his ear, and what my endgame was. I’m not going to go into details ok hyung, I won’t take any chances of you barfing all over me. Basically I blown his head off (get it, hyung) and my grades were saved. Though eventually I still disappeared…but well, it was fun.”

“What if your calculations were wrong, he immediately throws you out of the classroom?” Heechul breaks Jiyong trains of thoughts and snickers and the younger scowls, “My calculations are always right and I always get what I want.”

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped?

ask me about my demons

baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped?

“i think i’d never be a god.” jiyong half-laughs, half-snorts at seunghyun’s question. they were both sprawled on the couch and had already downed a bottle of red wine. jiyong brings out couple bottles of beer this time. “drink,” the older slurs. seunghyun was intoxicated, but still more sober than the older and gently pushes the drink away. “answer me first.”

jiyong recoils back to his earlier position as he slumps back into the sandpaper colored couch. he exhales deeply, opens his mouth then pauses, and gives up altogether. “fuck, seunghyun, i hate this kind of questions.” the younger beg to differ and rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking kwon jiyong, and i’ve heard quite a rep about you gdragon.” seunghyun promises to down the bottle of beer if jiyong just answers the damn question and jiyong scowls, but does so anyway.

“i would want you to worship me. just you.” jiyong’s eyes are downcast and barely audible, but seunghyun hears it anyway.

jiyong thinks, ah what the fuck, and wishes he stops being clingly like this. seeing the raven-haired next time to him in flesh, in a long time has jolted memories he deeply wished were forgotten. seunghyun remains tight-lipped and says nothing but instead rubs the ginger’s arm and kisses his cheek.

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

mephistopheles

ask me about my demons

mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves?

jiyong eyes fall to the ground. the air between the two was heavy and tension tangible. jackson stares at the older and bites his lower lip. jiyong shrugs it off, face tight and nonchalant, “i read somewhere online that it’s not healthy to bottle things up.” he starts off, and jackson honestly almost cracked up.

“well, he was like a brother to me, and something went terribly wrong with his life. i wasn’t told much of the details because we lost contact after my turning and it happened when i was still quite a rookie demon. i started getting hang of things, practiced my power diligently, occasionally picking a fight or two (and winning, jiyong flashes a grin), and started feeding on humans. i tried to moderate myself because getting rid of a body at that point of time irked me a lot. it also made my powers grew stronger. though it was also the period of time where i haven’t learn how to manipulate molecules yet.

“some demon helped me climbed up the social ladder a little bit and i was made a crossroad demon, it was fun and i closed quite a couple of deals. until that night when i turned around and my face almost fell. jinhee’s jaw dropped too and he jutted his head out in disbelief. though he quickly recovered and was more than happy to see me because yes, he’s going to be saved. i was still fresh, and my human side was not yet suppressed. i asked him for an explanation but he wouldn’t give, and i wouldn’t let him end his life like this (with hellhounds ultimately clawing him back to hell, literally, when the contract is up), so i disappeared.

“i didn’t know how he managed to, but he did, and summoned me, again. this time, he was prepared, he was smart. he asked again and of course i refused. he said i wasn’t being a friend, and how is this brotherhood, and tears welled up in his eyes because he was fucking desperate. he trapped me and i didn’t have the ability to do combustion, and I couldn’t teleport my way out of the devil’s trap because i was bounded, my molecules were bounded, like a metal stuck to a magnet. he’d only free me if i did the contract with him and i shot back haughtily we have to kiss for the deal to be sealed and he retorted back with if i’d even fuck you if it means it would be done. and then i was done trying to protect him and let Gdragon take over. But instead of the usual ten years for a deal i only gave him three, and he graciously— stupidly—accepted it. 

“he scraped the symbol for about a good five to seven minutes and i was free. i didn’t bother any further exchanges and teleported back home. he was damned. three years later, i released one of my favorite hellhounds to collect his soul.”

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

mammon

mammon: when were you most greedy? for what?

The ginger pauses momentarily and lets the question sinks in. When he starts speaking, jiseok knows it’s Jiyong answering and the menacing Gdragon was momentarily gone.

“There were two occurrences. When I desperately wanted to feel something—    power— and sought to become a demon and when I lost my heart and wanted to rule hell. The latter’s more severe, I was completely unstoppable. It felt weird, to have so much emotions and power but just never feeling satisfied. I think when you become a demon, sometimes the human traits and feelings still exist but only suppressed. Unlike being possessed, where (I believe), there’s still a part of you that’s still human and could be retractable.

“I never felt guilt, I never felt remorse, I never felt happiness, I never felt satisfied. But something in me clicked and made me feel alive, when I was killing and getting souls, and changing shit up in Hell. I wanted to accomplish so many things: an army, company for my entertainment, destroy the angels and witches, fucking kill all the hunters but,” and Jiyong suddenly stops. 

He disappears (Jiseok rolls his eyes at this) for a while but reappears back with a bottle of water in his hands. “Thirsty?” The ginger offers, then continues.

“I got hungry for a heart, I knew I didn’t have one but I didn’t really thought much about the aftermath of having one again, because I was always greedy for what I did not have, and greedy for what I could get my hands on. I couldn’t locate my own heart and almost went berserk, feeding six-seven times a day. I eventually stopped when I just took some John Doe’s heart and placed it back in mine. It was one of the most, if not, the most excruciating pain. It felt like a thunder of something just breaking unto me.”

Jiyong smiles slightly with an unreadable expression written on his face, “I used to think humans like to chase for the unobtainable. I think (perhaps) all beings liked to chase for the unobtainable.”