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[facvdex-blog]

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 「✿」 “You’ll be rewarded for complying, I promise. Now let’s go!” Little thought goes into what she’s uttered, though at this point, she’s much too preoccupied to applauding herself for even convincing Jeong to accompany her in the first place. Therefore, leaving the agreement to be possibly one-sided—for all he knew, she may not even uphold her end of the bargain depending on what he wants. But she will ascertain that they complete the evening in one piece. Shouldn’t that be enough?

“One hour in here like I promised—tea cups or ferris wheel first?”

    While Maeri awaits his choice of ride, the tickets procured where ripped by some blurry-faced gate employee, before she whisked the male past the rotating doors, the thin of his wrist firmly clasped by icy fingers.

一Somehow, someway he had managed to find himself being pulled by the hands of someone who was nearly a foot shorter than he was. Yonghwan knew he had the choice of coming to an abrupt stop and turning on his heels to make haste towards the other direction. It wasn’t so much that he disliked the theme park and the rides, it was more so that he didn’t exactly have a fond memory of the place. The last time he had ever stepped foot into a setting such as this was during a high school trip with his class. It was during his freshman year and he was filled with gumption.  There was a girl. Of course there was a girl. There’s always a girl. Either way, there was a girl whom teenage Yonghwan had been eyeing since the first day of class. He saw this moment as the finite moment with which he would be able to express to her how he felt. So, what better way to do so than the ferris wheel? To keep the story short, he had been friend zoned by the end of the trip.  At Maeri’s question, a nerve was struck. He hated the tea cups due to the constant spinning and he would get queasy at just the sight of them let alone be in them. But he hated the ferris wheel even more due to his adolescent self. Now he was conflicted. What choice should he make - should he suck it up and take a whirl around the vomit inducing tea cup ride or should he shove his past aside and take on the ferris wheel? 

❝  Ferris wheel. I can’t stand tea cup rides. ❞

His voice, cold and stern. Nearly, actually quite possibly, sucking the fun out of the both of them. That, he takes note of quickly and releases a small exhale. Yonghwan removes all former ill will towards the ride and instead presents the female with a smile.  ❝ Thanks for bringing me. ❞

[alignedflawsarchive-blog]

Wolf.

        { source } - ACCEPTING!!

Do you have an inner monster?

          “Most definitely. My anger, it’s sort of— okay, I like to describe it as this thing           inside me, this dark shadow and lately it’s been small. Minuscule. But it can           flare until it’s all I can feel, and sometimes people joke about seeing red when           they’re angry but the world literally looks tainted in red hues when it spreads           throughout my body. It makes me shake, hands balled into tight fists and all I           can think to do, all I want to do, is tear someone apart with my bare hands until           I’m not sure whose blood it is staining my skin anymore. To me, my anger is           a monster, this ugly thing that I still can’t imagine anyone loving, because it’s           so repulsive, so dangerous. And it scares me, it scares me so bad.”

[alignedflawsarchive-blog]

              @moonyeuns!!

          “So, basically I stole a cat on--- YAH!!”

     Phone clatters to the ground and Kris jumps nearly a foot in the air, really. He’d turned around for a moment only to see that was someone right behind him. Like, right behind him and he had no idea, hadn’t heard a single footstep ( probably because he was distracted ) and now he thinks he might actually go into cardiac arrest. So much so, a hand places over his heart and he stares down at the female with big eyes.

          “Cough next time!! Clear your throat!! Do--- do something            to announce yourself, I’m too young to die from my heart            giving out.”

[imyovna]

@moonyeuns

「✿」 She promptly latches slender fingers onto the girl’s sleeve, albeit weakly as porcelain skin slowly did away with wisps of smoke upon contact with high-noon’s sun. Lethargy baked her mercilessly with heat exhaustion despite dehydration never having been Maeri’s problem. She was truly a creature of the night, and now nearly immobilized under a cloudless blaze, she will certainly remember to count her blessings for the appearance of a kind stranger. “Take me somewhere shady, please…”

Yoona’s eyebrows were furrowing more and more, and her worried expression betrayed the softness in her voice. However, she knew that she needed to attempt to calm the stranger down. Losing the control over your own body was scary and made you mentally vulnerable as well, and whilst her helpfulness, in this case, was limited, she would attempt whatever it took. The idol gave the weak woman a brief nod and gently but still firmly pulled her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her. The heat was unbearable indeed, but Yoona loved summer enough to deal with it well, unlike people just like this woman. At least, this was what she assumed, and there was no time to ask for confirmation. The next available source of shade was a huge tree nearby, and it took her a lot of effort to walk over there. Yoona placed the stranger back on the grass and made sure that her upper body was leaning against the tree trunk before she crouched in front of the woman. “I am sorry, this was the best place I could find..can you stay here for a while? I’ll go and get some water for you, it should help.”

[igniso]

❝Have you got something to tell me?❞

@moonyeuns { - send a sentence prompt - the civil wars. } 

”Have you got something to tell me?”

It was almost infuriating how Maeri could read him as if he was an open book or a glowing neon sign. Sometimes, she could read him even faster than Soojung could though this is probably because unlike with Soojung, Christo honestly couldn’t remember a time when Maeri hadn’t been in his life.

It’s embarrassing to think about how Maeri was around when he was just an awkward half vampirling child. And then there was that stage when he was 10 when he only wanted raw meat. She was the one that would buy him meds to soothe the ache in his stomach because he was half human after all, though the tang of blood was sweet his stomach could only handle the rawness of uncooked meat for so long. 

Christo avoids her eyes, choosing to set his bag on the table and the sound that the bottles of empty blood viles make when they roll around inside makes him cringe. If he didn’t already feel so guilty, it’s a sound he’s certain on any other day she probably wouldn’t have noticed. 

After grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets he takes longer than necessary to fill it with ice from the fridge. His heart beat nearly stops when he turns and notices the cap of one the viles resting on the table in front of her. It’s the one that he had lost about a week ago.

Idiot Christo, he thinks, taking a seat at the table and taking a long drink, anything to prolong the answer before he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Why hadn’t he thought to look through her house first? “It’s… not what you think it is.” 

[leefall]

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[ 가을: ] People called him dumb, but Gaeul referred to himself as ‘overly sympathetic,’ backing up on his unnecessary purchases and ‘promotion deals’ that he always seemed to wind up in. You know, those people that give a reason for scammers to roam around the society. One of those dumb people. Or maybe he was just too nice, who knows. Maybe both. But the point is, it didn’t really help for him to chime into the convenience store to get himself a carton of milk, and be offered another deal from the girl that seemed so fervid about somehow increasing the amount due number on the register screen. He didn’t even need the energy drink offered to him, he was already sleep-deprived, anyway! Not that the girl could’ve gotten any clues about that, though, so he digressed.

So as an attempt to go against his usual naive, ‘overly sympathetic’ tendencies, he rejected the offer quite sternly the first time; hoping the cashier wouldn’t plead him again. Unfortunately though, she didn’t. It was kind of endearing, really, when she held his hands with those puppy eyes—he always felt so damn weak when girls used that on him! Actually, just cute girls in general, but that wasn’t the point. And so he heaves a sigh, which was so faint that it was just him lightly breathing in and out of distraught.

❝ Have you heard of the saying, ‘little goes a long way?’ if girls like you keep takin’ my hands while pleading to buy more than what I need, I’m probably going to go broke! ❞  He argues, verbally, but he was already reaching into his pocket to take out a few more bills anyway. Then he stares at the can of drink that was very much unnecessary for a hypnophobic boy, pursing his lips to the side as he points at the carton of chocolate milk instead. ❝ I’d rather try to sleep at this hour, so I’ll add in a few more bucks if you replace this with that. ❞

[hrrcane-blog]

“Do you need help with that?”

A few starters - Ice breakers▌Status: Open ✎ ▐@moonyeuns

「 ❈ 」 Legs quivered underneath her thanks to the extra weight on her. As much as she loved the knowledge filled books in her arms; she hated that they were unbelievably heavy. “ oh mon dieu.” Words uttered out of her lips in a breathlessly matter as she tried to wobble her way across the library. Innocently mumbling out obscenities that would have other’s wondering if she was five. Ian couldn’t believe that the library’s book carts had been vandalized making the dean of the university to remove them from the location to get clean. “ Those poop heads.” A small huff parted from her lips as the textures of the books underneath began to feel slipper from the sweat gathering in her palms when her silent cries for help had been asked making the twenty-six year old to pause on her tracks. “ Yes please?” She answered almost immediately to the unknown delicate featured gem. “ Can you take the first couple of books off me?, these things are heavy.” Brown eyes sparkled with a hint of plead.