#sugarberrys

[alabngpusoarchived]

CLOSED. ( with @sugarberrys​ ft. muse of choice! )

the elevator door opens to a patiently waiting sienna, arms full of grocery shopping and a 4-feet tall cactus in a colourful ceramic pot.

she asks, “bababa ba?”

[synthes]

first-aid kit would have been practical at the moment, with his blood dripping as he treads down the foreign street of seoul, his looks obtaining quite a good few glances considering that he definitely looks his part as a foreigner. he doesn’t really return the inquisitive looks directed at him, knowing well that he’s in no place to entertain anyone’s curiosity. clad in his leather jacket, this is one of the reasons behind why he keeps his clothes dark-colored. but this isn’t supposed to perturb him that much. he was outnumbered, almost gunned down. he narrowly triumphed over the syndicate’s agents, but he did not come out unscathed this time. a bullet past his shoulder—nothing consequential, really, but he still needs to get the bleeding stopped, or else... well, he knows the consequence. a man of no name, no place. kills are just numbers, knowing one day, he, too, shall be someone else’s number. tonight might not be the night, however.

he walks slower, then, the blurred vision leading him to this small alley next to a convenience store. sighing, he compels himself to make a stop, especially since the hotel is still far from where he is now, as far as he is aware. he leans against the decrepit wall next to the convenience store, then, its fluorescent lights diffused enough to provide people the awareness of his presence, but not to minute details. except this woman, who doesn’t seem to be paying attention, turning perhaps to reach the dumpster close to him to throw the empty packaging away. he grimaces, trying to press against his wound to avoid further blood loss. and that is when she seemingly notices, looking straight at the droplets of black, pooling right next to his combat boots. “nothing to see here,” he starts, his voice hoarse, his korean accented.

feat. @sugarberrys​​: sophie petrov.

[marvhael]

* @sugarberrys / sc .

THINGS   HAVE   BEEN   STRANGE,   as   of   late.   they   were   always   strange,   moving   across   the   world   because   your   father   got   a   slightly   better   job   wasn’t   normal.   but   things   got   stranger   during   your   time   in   japan,   &   as   much   as   you   try   to   run   from   the   republic,   escaping   the   facility   would   hardly   be   something   they   brush   off.   a   staff   member   even   mentioning   the   place   would   get   them   killed,   surely   an   escaped   prisoner   trainee   would   hardly   go   so   easily.   on   the   run,   injured,   alone,   you   lost   track   of   satomi   along   the   way,   separated   to   be   able   to   keep   safe.   the   two   of   you   simply   may   not   even   be   in   the   same   country   anymore.   not   that   it   mattered,   the   republic   would   follow   wherever   you   go.   it’s   when   you’re   sitting   at   a   bus   stop   when   you   notice   someone   looking   at   you,   they’re   trying   to   be   subtle   though   you’ve   got   a   much   higher   level   of   awareness   lately.   ❛   what?   ❜   asked   as   if   there’s   not   blood   dripping   down   your   face,   as   if   you’re   not   clearly   injured   &   clearly   in   a   bad   spot.

[fcith]

    「 🍑 」@sugarberrys​  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹      »      LIJIE 

“ be real with me. did you even actually care to begin with ? ”

[championselect]

@sugarberrys​ | Liked the starter call feat. Cana Chandler!

                          “There’s a lot of good dance routines lately with really nice choreography, it’s pretty hard to choose...” She and Sophie have been scrolling over countless videos on Youtube, trying to pick what song and dance routine would be a good place to start for their planned dance cover. It was something that’s been all the craze recently thanks to another kind of social media-- so why not surprise her fans with something like this? Great for both her image, AND her fitness! “Got any good ones in mind that you wanna do though, Sophie?”

[flvwershower]

based. / @sugarberrys​

        * ✧ “ we met this year last season. that’s why it’s so memorable for me. ”

[50prxxf]

CLOSED @sugarberrys​

     tonight was the night for complete, wasted idiots. doyoung had just thrown out the fourth person and the night was still getting started so the club was far from closing. now he didn’t mind being one of the bouncers, he loved it actually, gave him a reason to keep his body in shape but sometimes he swears he’ll quit. thankful that beyol was also on shift tonight and knowing that his sister could handler herself, he decides to take a break to smoke outside. “i swear to god if i have to throw out one more asshole for looking at any of my sisters weird, i’ll just kill them on the spot. i’ll do time again, i don’t give a fuck.” shaking his head, she sighs heavily as he finally takes a seat on the ground next to his friend. at least he had someone that liked visiting him at work.

[leafproductions]

     @sugarberrys liked for a starter based on twice be as one and got the lyric “because you were here right next to me”

     shrieking, the two pummeled out of the allegedly haunted house. with his eyes closed, ching yeong ran towards the exit, dragging her and her hand along with him. he smiled brightly with his eyes closed until he felt the air pressure of the surrounding walls fade away. he opened his eyes, a great big rush of adrenaline going through him, and he looked back.      they were holding hands.      he smiled at her, laughing, and took in a deep breath. he refused to let go. his head was throbbing and his heart pounded so hard, he felt it in the bottom of his feet. they stood, ching yeong panting, until a staff member politely walked up to them.      they said, “excuse me, there’s people behind you, the exit is that way.”      ching yeong nodded, still looking thrilled yet drowsy, “ah, yes, we’re going.” and he went to walk.      he took a long stride forward, but his arm did not follow him. he still held her hand.      “oh!” he foolishly dropped it. he stopped. he slowed down and his breath caught up. he smiled at her, “sorry.” and rubbed the back of his neck. with just barely tensed shoulders, he walked to the exit, but making sure she was following close behind.