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[olpxsojin-blog]

⋖ il était une fois. ⚖ ⋗

⌈ august thirty. that time when the goddess of crossroads thought it was time to plant the seed that would make her daughter blossom into a woman. ⌋

Hecate had a hard time giving some words of advice to her young daughter in love for that Ares boy, but too clueless to even see her feelings or too in denial to acknowledge those feelings or too stubborn to admit those feelings. Needless to say, the virgin goddess did not press on the issue as she prefered for her daughter to have experiences of her own. She had gone through such hardships that this little test was nothing next to them. Besides, her young daughter had not broken one of the primordial rules she had set for her children. She had not dared to try on some love potion; however, she never needed it when that Ares boy was always around.

When her daughter tried very hard to contact her and, finally, at what was an good moment to have a talk with her daughter, Hekate decided to explore her daughter's affairs instead of simply guiding her in her various studies. As a virgin goddess, she was quite clueless in how humans or her other fellow gods would pleasure themselves and endulge into some sort of act. All she could tell her daughter was that the male would insert his protrusion into the female's cave. It is supposed to be pleasurable, but how could she know if she had never been deflowered? Sophia took it in and nodded as she replied that it was the same answer a biology book provided her.

That was when Hekate revealed to her daughter something significant on the latest issue. There was something known as 'porn' that the humans enjoyed wholeheartedly.

It was late into the night when Sojin's eyes witnessed a scene that never again would she able to forget. Engraved into her mind, she learned a new side of the natural intercourse between a male and a female human. She watched how lust devolved into such feat. Of course, she had lowered down the volume (almost at mute) as she did not want her roommates to know that she learned about pornography which was criticized as an 'artistic form of cinematography that captures the rawness of carnal desires between two people (because there were not only clips starring female and male)'.

In her search, she learned about foreplay, which helped prepared the bodies for their later union. The paticipants would explore their partner's body and ravage them with kisses and nimbles and licking and sucking (if she got it right). There was this form of art that could also be associated with foreplay although it totally differed from what she had seen. Burlesque is not exactly similar as its gross and simplistic counterpart that regular strippers did. It was an art form. There was much more into the performance such as dancing and acting for example. Many men (or women) would die to see their girlfriend strip from lingerie or fetish costumes (or cosplays). She believed that maybe...she bit her lower lip as she thought of his birthday, beause she realized that it was soon.

She closed all pages and wiped cleaned her computer. Never again was she going to watch porn, but watching burlesque was nothing wrong exactly in her opinion. Nearly three years and they had yet to eithr pop the question or done it like quite a few couples. Of course, he might had tried, but she would shiver at the mere thought of it. Her anxiety was already problematic when she had to share him with his fanbase. The girls were always around and hated on her. It did not stop her from having those little butterflies in th stomach when she would talk to him one on one. It was just that Mark, ever since she watching him dressing up, had installed unknowingly this need. She had to... 

⌈  be continued  ⌋

[aeronrg-blog]

father and son.

Aeron remained alone with his father whose imposing stature had the best of him. It was better if he remained serious. The emperor placed his hands hands on his second eldest son, his personal killing machine. "Years ago, my son, you have dared to cross the line. Have you not forgotten how I have shield you from the loathing of your eldest siblings when you were viciously brutalizing your younger siblings? Have you not forgotten how I gave you a second chance as I sent you to the most prestigious military school and even given you the chance to climb up the ladder as an officer of the army?" Aeron listened to his old man and nodded. The second prince could not bite the kind hand of his overbearing father yet. He was the monster of the family, the two-colored eyed fiend. The one that all had lost faith in except for his comrades in the army, because he used his pleasure into inflicting the worst of crimes on those wretched Tempestans and Elvans. He used his apathy into good use. He enjoyed the blood he bathed in.

[ TW: Possible gore, blasphemy, borderline insanity, borderline mental abuse ]

"Do not say a word to your siblings when you eclipse yourself during the second week of the festival. You have important duties as a soldier of this nation," his father whispered as he pointed the map. "I want those who live in those lands to perish, Aeron. As much as you care little for your siblings, you must care even less for those worms that have yet to break down and to submit to our rule. There shall be nothing but carnage and despair. You will burn those houses to the ground like the good son that you have been to me all those years as a recruit." The grin on Aeron's face as he could already hear the screams of his victims was not only despicable but also devious. Hyunjin had never tried to fix his son even if his own wife wanted him to grow up into a fine man. He silently applaud the psychopath that he had bore. The vessel of aries had gave him a weapon to utilize. The teenager pointed a part of the map and circled a village with his fingers. The father looked over his shoulder and nodded. "Fine choice, my son. If this village is destroyed, there will be a new path towards the capital that could help our army avoid the trenches."

"When midnight comes," mumbled Aeron as he waited by the side of his commanding officer. He knew exactly what was coming and he was excited. Soldiers never squirmed, weeped, shivered or begged, which always turned him off when he tortured them. He would always end up killing them off to quickly. On the other hand, civilians were perfect pray for predators like him. He laughed maniacally by the side of his comrades who were slightly disturbed by his sudden outburst. He was going to give his father justice as he would kill them one at a time. From experience, he knew where to strike, which was at the heart of the people, the temples. He knew very well that there was a Temple of Gemini erected within this community. The vessel with the two faces, the twin, the Gemini. Those little lambs were to be the light of the deity while he was to be the darkness, the wolf. Alas, he heard his commander ordering them to charge. It came to him as a blessing. "Now, you shall learn how to fear those who were born from the blood of dragons."

He ordered his men to leave the temple and to lock it behind them. There were indeed people within that temple frightened to death. They had a reason to fear and he was before them in flesh and blood. Adept in various weapons such as swords, lances and axes, he preferred to cut down his enemies before using fire thus why he was regarded as the 'The Butcher' of the Military. He was a madman for sure, which pleased some of his bloodthirsty commanders. Today, he was going to take his sweet time with those people. They could try to run, to attack or to hide. No one was coming out alive from this burning temple except for him. They were innocent unarmed civilians, but, in Aeron's eyes, they were his little preys promised by his father. He was to do exactly what his father said. No gods were coming to save them. He was the only god. Their god of damnation, of torture. He took every semblance of protection, faith, hope and love away from them as he killed mercilessly children, elders, mothers, fathers, lovers and friends in a temple, in a holy sanctuary.

In the end, when morning came and the smoke were visible in the grey sky, Aeron was covered in blood holding his ax and sitting on a fragment of a marble column. Most of his victims were reduced in piles of ashes.  He dropped his ax on the neck of this man and grabbed a severed head. "All hail to the emperor, my friend. Your death is only a token to his exquisite grandeur and his sheer happiness, because he is the Dragonborn. I am only his royal highness's boogeyman, almost his slave when you think about it..." he laughed barely amused. His long hair hid his eyes. "There is no saving for me rather it is so-called love or gratitude. Sister says she loves me, but father also says so. Isn't it ironic?" He threw the head away and picked up his ax laughing. "Man, we are to hunt down the survivors. They can't have gone too far."

[rkminha]

“Common Knickknacks” - Solo

When Minha saw the advertisement for the Indie group "Common Ground" , she was buzzing with excitement. It had been entirely too long since she had gone to her last concert and she felt that it was about time for her to attend one, even if she did hate being in crowded clubs.

It doesn't take long for Minha to get accustomed to the atmosphere of the club, after all she was use to the bustling city of New York and it's fare too crowded streets. As much as she hated large gatherings  she couldn't help but get swept up in the excitement that seemed palpable in the air. exuded by those around her. What she wasn't prepared for however, was  the mass of vendors littering the wall in every corner of the club. She was use to the  the occasional vendor at a concert,  every once in  a while during a especially great show in NY's Hanover Square she would buy a bands Cd, but the club in Hongdae  had Hanover beat by a mile. Assortments of goods hung around her in every direction.  and the people surrounding her were decked out from head to toe in "Common ground" gear. Mask, fans, T-shirts, you name in and it could be found in the tiny club covering all of the patrons from head to toe, well all of them but one.

Slipping through the crowd Minha crosses the room to the closest vendor to her before purchasing a "Common ground" Hat. "Well,” she mutters as she takes the hat from the man “If I can't beat them I might as well join them".   slipping the cap on her head she moves back to her previous spot , waiting for the show to begin.

[bvmkvy]

❡ D:ear Myself,

           if there comes a time when you forget who you are, there are a few               things you must know. first take the violin, take the bow and slide it               over the strings. that sound  will make everything inside you vibrate               because  that  is  the  sound  of  what  keeps  you  sane  when your               thoughts become this sack of burdens piling up over your back. the               violin is what makes you feel alive and no one knows. now take  the               cellphone. you see that picture? she is the most gorgeous soul you               have ever met. she is Nikki, your best friend. never break her  heart.               see all those  books? you will find in  there the  ideas  you disagree               with and those that make you dream the most.

              you  are  no one in the west, no one in the east. but  you are you               to the people in all those photographs. you don't know what's love,               you have never loved,  never  fought  for love,  never knew  how to               love. but you are a good person.  you don't  have anything you are               passionate about, but you have things you cling to with everything               you have because they make you feel you are not dead.

              you  don't believe in being ambitious  or that success is the key to               happiness.  your mother  didn't want you just like your father.  but               that  is  okay  because  you  are still you,  someone  who wants to               do everything they can to help people find their happiness.

              if you  look for a reason, keep quiet  and  look at them. this is why               you are alive. this is why you fight. don't forget.

[rkseungri]

ready to go,

It had been weeks since he had arrived and moved his belongings into the apartment—boxes set aside, resting against the walls and at the foot of his bed, and what little that he had unpacked strewn haphazardly about his room, bar from his laptop which he had set atop his mattress. Lazy, a distaste for handling such menial tasks on his own. He'd always been that way, but it seemed to get continuously worse with age.

He was on the second floor, room 203, and unlike most, Seunghyun was without a roommate. It was more expensive this way and his parents, though they could hardly afford to do so, had taken to helping him pay his rent, but he supposed that it was for the best, as he had never been particularly good at living with people, or in any case not in close proximity. He'd never been especially good at sharing, or pretending to care about how their days had gone, or carrying on small talk. So, he figured that living on his own, even with all of the expenses, was better for everyone in the long run.

At a quarter ‘til eight he awoke from his restless night of sleep, a haze of exhaustion clouding his vision as he slipped out of bed and sluggishly sauntered his way to the shower, a change of clothing left forgotten in his state of grogginess--he'd never been much of a morning person. As he stepped into the shower, he could already feel it as the warmth of the water and the rising steam enveloped him, a dull ache beginning to form beneath his temples—a symptom of an oncoming migraine and he was certain that soon enough his entire head would be wrapped within a blanket of pain and discomfort.

Hopefully this performance of his went better than the rest of his morning had thus far. Not that anything had really gone that terribly save for the ache beginning to form within his skull.

It was ten minutes passed ten o’ clock when he finally finished with his morning ritual, a longer than was necessary shower, trying on multiple ensembles before inevitably deciding upon one of the first two that he'd tried on (they had caught his eye before anything else and in turn, obviously, must have been the most flattering on his figure), styling his hair, checking himself out once, twice, sometimes three times in the mirror, downing a cup of coffee and possibly some Advil along with it, and left his apartment, locking the door behind him, and got on the subway, making his way towards the Gangnam District--and for more reasons than simply one alone.

Reason one being that Seunghyun worked in Gangnam or, more specifically, BSX, a clothing boutique within the COEX Mall. He was scheduled to work during the store's opening hours and, had he not enjoyed the employee discounts so much, he would've opted for calling off, perhaps even quitting, for his managers prioritizing their wants and needs over his own. Which was understandable of course given that becoming rich and famous was far more important and respectable than gaining a promotion at a retail chain. At least in his opinion.

It wasn't until six hours later that he was released from the metaphorical shackles chaining him to BSX, when he hastily gathered his belongings and made his way to the bustling streets outside, a song already prepared within his head and a guitar in hand--okay, so he might have 'borrowed' that from the music store at the other end of the mall, but he'd definitely be sure to return it once he'd finished.

❝ — Hello, hello, everyone! ❞ Pay attention to me. And he was being noticed, of course, in the sense that most people did whenever they spoke loudly and to no one in particular, or so it seemed, whilst standing in the midst of a densely populated area. Like a crazy person. He almost definitely looked and sounded like a lunatic, addressing the public as though he were already famous and the passersby were all his adoring fans. Which they should've been. One day though... "I'm Seungri and I've got a little something that I've prepared for all of you--yes, yes, exciting, I know!" He plucked a few stings on his guitar as he spoke, making absolute certain that it was perfectly in tune before proceeding to play the song that he'd prepared. In his head anyway.

❝ You've got these little things That you've been running from, You either love them or I guess you don't. You're such a pretty thing to be running from anyone, A vision with no where to go. So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it? I wanna know, why you got me going. So let's go, we'll take it out of here. I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live. ❞

A crowd was beginning to gather around him, albeit being relatively small, perhaps average even, in size. Even so, yes, good, this was exactly what he wanted--to be noticed, for his vocals, his musical talent, for everything that he was and always had been.

❝ I think I'm ready to go-- Get me out of my mind, Get me out of my mind. I think I'm ready to go-- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. ❞

And just as the chorus stated, he was. He was ready to go--to have his talent spotted, scouted by an agency, and to move on to bigger, better, and brighter things. He was ready to become rich, famous, and important. He was ready for his dreams to become a reality and to achieve each and every one of the goals that he'd set for himself years ago. He was ready to be someone other than just Lee Seunghyun, the BSX employee. He was ready for the world to know him by another name.

Seungri. ❝ You've got these little things, You wanted something for them, You either get it or I guess you won't. What does it really mean, To get nothing from anyone? There's a million ways it could go. So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it? I wanna know, why you got me going. So let's go, we'll take it out of here. I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live. ❞

Ready to live? He was living right now, right in this moment. Why the hell didn't he do spur of the moment performances like this more often? He'd already forgotten that annoyance of a migraine ages ago. Singing for an audience was basically a 'cure-all'.

❝I think I'm ready to go-- Get me out of my mind, Get me out of my mind. I think I'm ready to go-- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh-- HEY! ❞

He was right there. So close. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Give that back--I can't finish the song without my guitar!"

❝ — Your guitar? This is my guitar! I watched you literally steal it from the store. And run. You stole it. Right in front of me. And then ran away. And now you're putting on an impromptu performance right in front of the mall? The one that you stole the guitar from? What the fuck is wrong with you?" The man then shot him the most unimpressed look that Seunghyun had ever received in his life before turning away, guitar in hand, and heading back into the direction of the mall. But not, of course, before offering an, 'Oh, and I alerted Security by the way. They should be here soon, so you might want to stick around. Fucking lunatic.' Shit.