#sacriifice

[stillm0nster]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ incoming ; @sacriifice

as  soon  as  one  of  the  clocks  in  his  office  signals  yet  another  soul's  time  is  up,  doyun  gets  up  from  his  desk  and  puts  on  his  coat.  it’s  within  a  blink  of  an  eye  when  he  finds  himself  at  a  club.  pandemonium.  he’s  heard  of  it  but  never  really  visited  before.  he’s  a  busy  man.  “ reeks  of  them. ”  he  grimaces,  realizing  there’s  a  lot  of  vampires  in  this  place.  his  sworn  enemies  (  minus  his  younger brother  ).  walking  straight  to  where  the  mortal  is,  doyun  can  clearly  see  the  panic  in  their  eyes.  “ long  time  no  see.  i’m  afraid  your  time  is  up. ”  he  says  and  holds  his  hand  up  when  a  scroll  drops  in  it  out of nowhere and  he  lets  it  unfold.  when  the  human  falls  on  their  knees  and  begins  to  beg,  cry  even,  the  demon  rolls  his  eyes.  “ i’m  afraid  a  deal  is  a  deal,  darling.  i’m  taking  what  you’ve  promised  to  me–- ”  as  soon  as  he  says  that,  doyun’s  eyes  widen  a  bit  as  he  feels  a  great  presence  behind  him.  someone  similar  to  the  one  who  granted  him  his  powers  centuries  ago. 

[sintva]

@sacriifice liked for a closed starter.

“    people    do    bad    things    when    they're    trying    to    survive    .    ”    the    blonde    homme    started    with    a    brief    shrug    of    his    shoulders    .    he    continued    ,    “    it's    a    harsh    reality    that    sometimes    desperation    can    drive    individuals    to    make    choices    they    wouldn't    otherwise    make    .    ”

[star-paths]

He sat down across the small table from the man, setting the glass of red wine down in front of him on a small napkin.

"Wasn't sure you'd make time for me, old friend. You're a busy man," he observed with a lift of the glass to him in salute, taking a sip and replacing it. "How's life? How's the family?" he prompted, taking the chance to get a good look at the infamous Moon Jaeho, a formidable giant in the industry and yet Jiwon could only manage to see the same bright-faced upstart fighting his way higher and higher on the industry ladder just a generation or so behind him.

Was it possible to see oneself in their peers? There certainly had been something kindred there ever since their worlds collided all those years ago and pitted them in a friendly rivalry.

[mndstom]

closed starter for @sacriifice

The aftermath of getting their kids peacefully to bed has become one of Jieun's favorite things. The silence fills the house and she gets to sit on the couch, enjoy whatever TV show that's playing on the screen, and relax until bedtime. But not tonight. Not when she's nervous, restless, waiting for her husband to get home so she can share the news she's been keeping to herself for weeks.

[littledemo0n]

i forgot to upload yesterday’s drawing :/

day 17 - ritual sacrifice

(give me a moment for today’s drawing :,v)

[stillm0nster]

arriving at the basement of his club, a place so secluded that only a select few know of, dohwan can hear screaming and crying. in fact, he could hear it while he was back at his office earlier. typical. his men do quite well when it comes to picking the humans they would later sell off as blood dolls ( or use for their own satisfaction ). they always act so dramatically–- kicking, screaming, crying, as if their lives actually matter. there's a small sly smile on his lips while he walks down the hallway, the sounds of despair becoming louder and louder until he finally steps into the chamber where slaves are being kept. his jaw nearly drops to the floor at the sight of the familiar face and memories from centuries ago flood his mind. within moments he stands in front of his subordinate and has his hand tightly wrapped around their neck, making them focus entirely on him instead of the young woman they were dragging around. rage flashes in his eyes at the thought they could have harmed her or even killed her. there's not an ounce of hesitation when dohwan rips his subordinate’s head off, then he moves closer to her and goes on one knee, his eyes unusually soft. " yuri ... are you alright? " / @sacriifice

[stillm0nster]

the  game  ended  with  another  win  for  the  team,  matthew  scoring  majority  of  the  points  despite  the  state  he  was  in  from  what  his  now  ex-fiancee  had  said  a  few  days  ago.  now  that  he  was  alone  in  his  hotel  room,  previously  requesting  some  privacy,  he  couldn't  stop  thinking  about  yuri  and  her  reasoning  to  call  off  their  wedding.  how  could  she  throw  away  ten  years of their lives?  how  would  he  continue  living  when  she  wouldn't  be  by  his  side?  who  was  that  man  she  chose  over  matthew–-  actually,  he  wouldn't  want  to  know  that.  what  was  nesting  in  his  head  now  was  that  he  was  the  problem.  perhaps  she  caught  him  lacking  but  never  voiced  it?  but  yuri  wasn't  like  that.  she  was  the  most  genuine  person  he  had  ever  met.  she  was  incredible,  from  the  way  she  looks  to  her  natural  beauty,  her  way  of  thinking  and  expressing  herself.  everything  about  her  was  perfect  in  his  eyes. 

tears  pooled  at  the  corners  of  his  eyes,  his  shoulders  slumped  as  he  sat  onto  the  bed.  it  hurt.  so  much  for  making  plans  for  their  future  together,  living  in  the  outskirts  of  the  city  with  a  few  dogs  and  at  least  two  kids  running  around  and  making  their  days  that  much  better.  he  couldn't  see  a  reason  to  live  anymore,  even  though  he  has  loving  parents  and  a  younger  brother  who  have  been  super  dotting  ever  since  he  told  them  yuri  broke  up  with  him.  he  feels  empty.  as  if  planned  for  days,  he  walked  towards  the  window  of  his  suite,  swallowing  hard  while  the  most  grim  thought  crossed  his  mind.  right,  he  has  no  reason  to  live.  now  wasn't  that  perfect?  he was  on  the  15th  floor  and  that  might  be  just  enough  for  his  suffering  to  end  right  then  and  there.  with  no  goodbye  letter  or  anything,  he  climbs  over  the  window  and  throws  himself  down,  his  body  falling  right  into  the  pool  of  the  hotel.  everything  went  dark.  he  had  finally  found  peace. / @sacriifice

[stillm0nster]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ incoming plotted starter ; @sacriifice

he  didn’t  frequent  this  club  but  after  a  successful  day  and  a  well  done  job,  hojoon  felt  like  having  a  drink  or  two  and  it  seemed  like  the  perfect  spot.  familiar  faces  hanged  at  the  bar  when  he  arrived.  being  the  social  butterfly  that  he  is,  he  stopped  by  to  greet  the  people  he  recognized  but  in  the  end  sat  alone.  ordered  himself  a  drink  and  put  the  pack  of  cigarettes  by  his  glass.  he  was  trying  to  stop  smoking  but  that  was  something  he  couldn’t  seem  to  escape.  turning  around  on  his  seat,  he  watched  the  crowd  on  the  dancefloor  while  taking  sips  of  his  drink.