#mortuarism

[expletiives-blog]

@mortuarism

“I’m honestly so tired of eating leftovers from the family dinner a few nights ago. If you want some of this food, please feel free to take it home with you. My mother made sure that I would have enough to feed a small army when I left her house after dinner on Tuesday.” Hakeem shook his head and sighed. “You got any family members or friends that need food too? Take it to them. Take it all, I’m begging.”

[sinncrsxsaints-blog]

@mortuarism requested the angel 

           “minwoo -- minwoo, put it down.” the angel mumbled towards the sharp object in his hand. cheonsa knew he could force the human to drop it, to put it away. but sometimes force was unnecessary and not as helpful as many thought. the angel had only been gone for an hour, having to handle some business in heaven, only to return to his subject. there was an odd feeling the minute he appeared in the others home, something wasn’t right and he was correct. “put it down,” he says agin a little more stern this time. 

[xvdfx-blog]

Juwon starter for @mortuarism 

Juwon’s club was usually a pretty laid back scene in comparison to others. Sure it blasted loud industrial and metal music and the crowd was a little different, but rarely did brawls break out like they did in many other places. Rarely however wasn’t never and he was quickly pushing through the crowd to help the poor soul who had managed to piss off the wrong person that night. 

A hand pushed against the drunk mans chest to separate them and he was quick to wrap an arm around the victims waist and lead them off to the bar. “You alright, doll? Not hurt are ya?”

[dilapidatcd-blog]

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          Son Han was having a hard time believing his eyes. It couldn’t be possible. His eyesight hadn’t failed him in over two millennia and he wasn’t sure why it would start now. This had to have been a joke. A cruel, cruel prank that fate decided to play on him. Sure he had seen the descendants of his lover before, he made sure that he kept an eye on every single one of them, but none of them bore that much of a resemblance to him before. He felt his ice cold fists clench, before he approached the familiar face. His eyes held an anger that he had never felt before - whoever this was, they were going to pay for trying to play with his feelings and mess with his head. “Who are you?” He growled out at them, trying to ignore the ache in his heart when they were face to face. God, they looked even more like him up close. 

[expletiives-blog]

@mortuarism

     “I’m not saying that you’re wrong, I’m just saying that all the facts go against everything that you’re saying right now. Two completely different things.” He held up his hands, shrugging his shoulders. “You see the difference?”

[archivedrpblog]

@mortuarism

Joonie wasn’t going to be blamed for this, nor would he take the responsibility for it, no matter how much the ache in his chest told him to. Maybe he had been the one who overreacted. Maybe he should have had more trust in Namil. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so upset when he saw his boyfriend - ex boyfriend, talking with another guy just a little bit too close for comfort. Maybe he shouldn’t have let the alcohol in his system control his thoughts and the words that spewed from his mouth. He’d said so many things, so many hurtful things. He could see how each word affected Namil. The emotions were clear as day on the other male’s face while he yelled at him. The look on his face when he told him that he didn’t want to see him ever again will forever be engrained on the insides of his eyelids. 

He paced outside of the other’s apartment, waiting for him to arrive. He had his black car waiting outside, his driver in the front seat and security waiting by the backdoor. He knew that his ex would know that he was here as soon as he arrived, it would be a little obvious, but Joonie didn’t care. Namil had to come home sometime, and when he did, the idol would be standing there waiting for him. More like sitting there waiting for him, because he had gotten tired of standing about an hour and a half before. He finally heard footsteps approaching and he looked up, seeing the face he had come to love and cherish so much. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t say anything other than, “Hi.” 

[archivedrpblog]

@mortuarism

Dal Soo had always been a bit of a romantic - ask anyone and they’d tell you that. When he was a little boy, he’d be the one who kissed girls on their cheeks and gave them flowers at recess and stuttered and blushed when he asked them to school dances. It was just who he was, and that trait grew with him as he got older. He didn’t want to pump up his own ego, but anyone who dated him was lucky as hell, or so he thought. He was affectionate and compassionate and whenever he had free time on his hands, he made sure that he spent it with them and never neglected any significant other he had. 

On the other hand, he was what one would call a serial lover. Like a serial killer, Dal Soo had many victims, which in retrospect wasn’t really a horrible thing. He just spawned crushes on people quickly and fell for them even faster - and when he fell for people, he fell hard. Head first, heart first. It usually led to him getting hurt, but this time around it proved to work in his favor and for his benefit. 

His relationship with Siwon had proved to be his best one yet, and it seemed to only get better as time went on. Fingers gently raked through hair and Dal Soo bent down to press his lips against the other male’s forehead gently, brushing his hair away from his forehead. All kisses and touches were loving, of course. They always have been and always would be. 

“Siwon?”

[noxwrites-archive]

[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.

[text]: Why do we do this to each other?…[text]: Maybe I feel like spending my night with you too[text]: no fights or arguments none of that bullshit[text]: just us together[text]: 😞[text]: fuck