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[complction]

CARMEN: miss me with that cute-ass pic ya nasty // @pecvlarity !!! 

[efimerc-moved]

‘ i am beyoncé. always. ’ / from sejoo !

MEME / @pecvlarity / NOT ACCEPTING.

“beyoncé—"

ebony eyes, struck by orange-stained lights on the bound of a tattered sidewalk, open wide. how could such a dramatic juxtaposition be made, more so with the thoughtless nonchalance with which it was delivered? a hand, ornate with golden jewelry tinted rose and a neon blue band sewn from the strongest paper known to man, reaches for the vexed heart beneath two layers of cotton fabric. 

“beyoncé?” haneul shares thought aloud, bemusement evident by means of tone, neck craned to observe any semblance of change to sejoo’s countenance. “beyoncé. the beyoncé.” slowly does a toothy grin spread over previously pursed lips, crafted cheeks pushed high enough to halfway narrow his eyes. “you have to be joking, right?” 

sejoo must have lost all sense of reality, and haneul? taken aback entirely. though, thursdays past ten were reserved for knocking back shots of soju and shoving bits of beef into already-filled mouths — it might have gone straight to his head ( and his liver ) this time. once more does the blond force confused eyelids down, shaking his head as he repeats:

“beyoncé?”

[kyodaibond]

call out post for @merailia and @pecvlarity for being incredibly toxic and fake to you all. don’t true em’ hoes.

[meliiora-blog1]

@pecvlarity

it’s rare for noah to be out late—not that she doesn’t do it, but her schedule is so mundane at this point, she’s only out late save for the occasional team dinner or having dinner with her grandparents. with a team dinner being the reason this time, as soon as she got home her dog had to be taken out, or she knew he wouldn’t settle down. they walk a while, noah letting him take enough time to sniff around and do his business, but getting distracted by a neighbor who was also around to say hi that the leash for hodu’s harness slipped out of her hand, cutting her conversation short as she ran after the stubby legged pooch down an alleyway where he was now barking. “hodu?” she called down the alley, warily walking down to where she found her dog sniffing around a male who wasn’t in any kind of good shape. bruised and beaten, and in this cold, noah’s first instinct was to take her dog and go back, but good nature got the best of her as she knelt down to gently shake the other. “excuse me-” her voice is soft and shaky, and she sums up more courage as she looks at them with more concern, seeing the extent of their injuries. “are you okay? can you hear me?” she moves closer, to see if they’re conscious.

[simjcng-blog]

bora could feel her entire body aching, breaths coming in short gusts from her lungs as she leaned on her knees. man, was she really that out of shape ? apparently that wrist sprain had put her out of commission longer than she’d thought - even her dance instructor at the university had made her take it easy the last week or two, no fancy moves or anything that might jostle healing bones.

                                and boy was she paying the price.

standing back up, she eyed the punching bag she’d been running drills with and moved back into her fighting stance and aimed a few more hits at it. oh fuck it still hurt. man there was no way she was gonna stand a chance in the ring tonight. and she was getting low on paychecks and tip money from the cafe as it was...

as she was preparing to down a few aspirin and pray she made it through with little to no actual damage, she heard footsteps in the hall outside the training room. shit ! she threw her hood up to cover her hair, hurriedly tying it in a ponytail so she could shove it out of sight of whoever was entering. a glance over her shoulder revealed another fighter about her age that she recognized all too well. a sigh blew past her lips as she turned to face him.

❝ well look what the cat dragged in, ❞ she drawled, a grin sliding onto her face.  ❝ get your ass beat in your last match ? can’t remember the last time we ran into each other here. ❞

step into the ring @pecvlarity

[deperle]

* & for the beautiful @pecvlarity continuing from here !

“Because I want to listen to your voice, not mine.” He answers to her question and takes a seat next to her, there’s a small and soft smile spreading on his lips when he looks at her, finding amusement in her attitude and the way she reacts to his request. “And I’m asking nicely, please.” A brief chuckle escapes from his lips after he says those words, he even tilts his head a little bit to make it all sound more friendly than it already is. “I mean, if you’d like to sing a duet then that’d be fine too. You choose, Noeul.”

[svengdao-blog]

​❛ aw fuck , i can’t believe you’ve done this . ❜ / from kiwoo :^)

{ source : @pecvlarity : always accepting }

          Having been particularly concerned about Kiwoo – as usual – Sae wanted to plan an uplifting night out for the two of them. Thus far, it had consisted of a long walk around the park they usually frequented near the river, and a small dinner she had cooked for them at her apartment. Having cleaned up the kitchen, she requested he wait for her in the living room as she changed into clothes more suited for what she had planned next. As she did so, her voice carried through the closed door of her bedroom, mentioning where they would be heading to once she was ready: a club. It didn’t take very long, as all she needed to do was slip into a dress, and her excitement gave her cause to speed the process along. His comment was given just as she stepped out of her room, slight curves accentuated by the tight fitting garment her hands smoothed out.          “Done what?” At first, she was confused, unsure as to what exactly it was she had done to receive such a reaction. She thought she had gone through the situation enough times in her mind to be able to predict his response to the surprise, but clearly once and a half wasn’t enough (no shit). Even so, Sae still couldn’t pin point what exactly he was referring to. “Is it the dancing part?” she asked, fingers reaching down to try and fiddle with the hem of the dress. “If you don’t want to, I figured we could at least people watch. There’s loads of weird things that happen in clubs.”

[kiceun]

      there happens to percolate a forlorn sentiment of the vacant convenience store at the time of dawn -- immobilizing onto one’s spine and inwards his sultry breath as he exhales his imposing ennui, the hues of gilts vermilion and obscurity so beautifully and mellowly albeit so lugubriously amalgamating together to paint the skies from the window's view. he feels desolated however, it somehow (plausibly derisively by faith or whatever else he would confide in that given moment) that is where he belongs: in the state of absolute oblivion. not peril nor exhilaration -- no felicity nor restlessness... nought. but that nullity is abruptly intermittent by a mellow ring of bells at the front door, two seconds of are enough to alert his attentiveness to the stranger who enters that venue, only to disclose that upon a second glance, that ostensibly unimpeachable stranger is in fact a person whom he differentiates; whom he used to detest with all his might when his mind was too premature to even comprehend how woeful their world is and his hands too small to grasp onto anything other than abomination and irritability.      ‘  noeul?  ‘      his mind undertones a name that is instantaneously attached to the face, and it abruptly all clicks together in integration: jeon noeul. flashes of reminiscences pass through his vision and instantly afterwards, rancor. with an embittered taste on the tip of his tongue and a subtle smirk, he muses -- and the tone of his voice is vehemently antagonistic, as there are no genuine intentions in his fatigued physique.      ❛  so i see that you've lost all your status and dignity if you've reached to this point...  ❜      /      @pecvlarity​