#pcuvcirs

[deliciousfear]

IT’s head dipped side to side for a few seconds as the sound come, shifting and turning back to head in a different direction. Sniffing around IT gets the trail of the snack left out, not bothering to go for any doors. The large clown climbs up onto the windowsill where the fingers were waiting for IT. Crouching down, IT sniffs at the fingers before gently nudging them with ITs nose. Not paying much attention to anything else as IT licks the fingers into ITs mouth easily and chomps down nosily on them.

@pcuvcirs​ // closed.

[gidxe]

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Jungkook wasn’t sure what to say but he knew he wanted to get home, or well–get home do research and head out to discover things. “Mm, I will be fine hyung, really. I will text you when I get home so you don’t have to worry.” Jungkook even flashed a quick smile, until he was done eating. The younger got himself up from the table. “I promise I will be fine!” Jungkook laughed softly, finally walking out the kitchen to put on his shoes and jacket. “Ah, right, maybe we should hang out another time okay? I will be a little busy…So, Mm. See you around hyung.” Jungkook waved gently until he was out of the house. It felt like he was pushing Cheol away, but in fact, he just wanted to get this all out his system. The boy kept both his hands in his pockets while he walked alone in the streets. He fiddled with the bullet in his pocket, thoughts flying through his mind, he needed to get the information. Yet as he got home, he took out his keys to rattle into the hole, His other hand was holding his phone to call Cheol instead, Just as he hit the call button it was disturbed when he was grabbed from behind, his phone dropping causing it to crack from the corner. The boy muffled under the mouth, biting at the hand to yell at his phone the second the call connected. “Hyung!!!” He yelled, screaming for Choel. It was too late, he was knocked out and taken into a van, was it because of Cheol…Or was it because someone from the team recognised Jungkook, seeing him alive? Did they discover him as a supernatural too? His body thrown into a black van, laying there on the seats passed out. His phone and keys left at the door of his apartment.

Even though Jungkook assured him that he would be fine Cheol still was worried. It would make him feel better by driving the younger home. He can only hope and pray that Jungkook will really get home safely. “Okay, just remember to text me when you get home. I want to make sure you got home safely.” When he was done eating he grabs his plate and puts it in the sink. He follows after Jungkook and watches as the younger puts on his shoes and jacket. Hearing that Jungkook was going to be busy he wonders what was going on. “Oh, okay. Well, if you want to hang around just let me know. Get home safely and don’t forget to message me when you get home.” Once Jungkook left Cheol goes into the kitchen and begins to wash the dishes. He had this feeling that something might happen to Jungkook and it wouldn’t shake off so easily. When he finishes the dishes he hears his phone ringing and immediately goes to answer it when he sees the one calling was Jungkook. Before he could even ask if Jungkook made it back safely he heard the younger yelling and knew right away something bad was happening. “Jungkook? What’s going on? Jungkook?” Seeing he wasn’t getting any response he internally curses and ends the phone call. Immediately he grabs his car keys and puts on his jacket and shoes and rushes out. He drove to Jungkook’s place and when he arrived he quickly rushes to the younger’s apartment. He spots Jungkook’s phone and keys and picks them up. Right away he could tell this was a kidnapping. He quickly looks around to see if he could find anyone who could be responsible or for any sort of clue that could lead him to the kidnapper. The kidnapper had to still be somewhere nearby, right? “Shit,” he curses. “Where the heck are you Jungkook?”

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon had grown used to the familiar feelings and places when walking among the living. His time off was his own, and he had to learn to not become overwhelmed by the feeling of all the souls around him all the time, constantly. Mostly now he was able to dull them down to a slow blended drum of life to keep himself sane. Yet, from time to time someone’s soul calls out to him, slicing through millions of others. More so those are who are very familiar to the Ferrymen, even if it surprised him. 

      Persephone? 

 Was it really her? It felt so much like her, he couldn’t help the way his head turned to as if trying to find her. Noticing the park he had found himself walking along the outside of, blinking he takes an not needed breath as his feet come to a stop. There is a pull deep within his chest to find her if she really was there. So he tries to. Walking into the park he looks around and follows the trail left behind of her soul moving about. From how it felt, he honestly couldn’t possibly assume he would see anything or anyone else.

@pcuvcirs​ // closed.

[thxrneschild]

@pcuvcirs liked for a starter!

"Do you need help with something?" Elias questioned, shutting the book in hand. His hand drifted to hang at his side, carefully tightening his grip along the spine of the tome. There was a peculiar air about this one. They were of Fae origin, that much he could assess but, there was something more. Whether he should poke his boney head into it was another matter.

[chimmy-boy]

{Jungkook x Jimin}

- @pcuvcirs

It has been a month since Jimin started at the Seoul Dance Academy. He was so focused on bettering himself as a dancer that he had spent no time making friends, going to party or have any social life really. Today was just like any other day too. He left his last class of the day and headed to the change room. After changing into his normal clothes, he headed to the dorms, but found himself getting distracted by some loud music coming from down one of the corridors. He followed it and noticed on of the studios was in use. As he looked inside, he found a dancer who moved his body perfectly to the melody of the music and each move was made with so much passion. Jimin’s eyes were transfix on the stranger and he found himself staying put to watch him.

[kodo-kai]

@pcuvcirs -- CONTINUED FROM HERE.

    “I had to check if you were really blond.”

    That’s his excuse, but he’s here because--although he won’t admit it--he likes Peter. It’s not overt affection; he’s not capable of showing that, but he still enjoys his company. He’s fascinated by him, really, the way one is fascinated by a ghost story or an odd specimen. Peter isn’t like anyone he’s ever met, and more than his admiration of whatever makes up lust or crushes, he admires his power.

      Also, baths are nice. He sits on the edge of the tub and pushes Peter’s hair back, inspecting his roots. The room is humid, like an onsen. “It doesn’t look like you’re naturally blond. How did a Korean become blond anyway? I guess when you’re non-human, things like albinism more easily apply to you, huh.”

[vessuvius]

@pcuvcirs / 

                he’s got his backpack unzipped and held out in front of him while he walks ( not understanding in the moment that could be something wrong with what he was doing while speeding through the hallway ) , frantically searching for the calculator that has caused a sudden panic. he doesn’t remember not grabbing it before he left home, but he also hasn’t found it in his bag yet. he’s about to give up the search and cut his losses , but he then makes contact with someone and the contents of his bag go spilling out across the floor creating another issues, and he can tell that it’s not just his mess on the ground. 

                “ oh fuck, “ he’s stunned , frozen still, “ my bad , my bad. “ 

[seungjecnga]

[ @pcuvcirs​ / sc. ]

            he watches smoke form before his lips then dissipate into the night air, a soft sigh ekes from his lips as he watches the ephemeral wisps dance in the cool summer air. this was the first time in the entire day he’s stepped out of his home and been outside ( but this was perhaps his fifth cigarette in the entire day, cutting back his ass...it’s been too hard to do so these past few days ). he loves the way the moon shines on him, it’s soft and tender, unlike the blazing, harsh sun. maybe this was his WAY of craving some tenderness, some softness...some love in his life. using the moon to fulfill some...emptiness in his withered soul.             savoring the bitter taste of tobacco on his tongue, he needs to buy some food...and another lighter...and another pack of cigarettes. his mind reels with the things he needed to do but couldn’t bring the energy to do so. placing the cigarette between cracked lips again, his eyes flickers to the other, “ you think it’s gonna rain tomorrow ?? ” he asks, voice husky from disuse, “ it’s too bad there’s no ponds nearby....i used to see frogs near my house, i miss that... ” he idly said.