#tcggery

[rottedreligion-blog]

    with the removal of brimmed hat takuya becomes visible to the other,  placing hat on the table between them.  dark  ( and dead )  eyes flicker up to connect gazes with the other,  lips purse as arms now fold across broad chest.  in a slouched position  ( posture never being a strong suit for the grim reaper )  and with leg crossed over the other does takuya continue to hold eye contact.    ❛ you rang? ❜   /   @tcggery :   starter call.

[sinipier]

     &   @tcggery.

       ‘    you  didn’t  have to do this,  hyung,    ’     hoseok murmurs,  lids struggling to keep eyes  open  due to the utter exhaustion that overwhelms him.     ‘    none of you had to do any of   ---    ’     he stops himself there,  afraid that if he were to continue that he would appear  ungrateful  which he is  not.  he is over - the - goddamn - moon with gratitude that the members of the mafia came to his rescue     -----    and not that he doesn’t  believe  in their abilities because he knows that  together  they are practically invincible  ...  but he never  wanted  to put them at risk.  and maybe he’s  projecting    ----   the elder’s only delivered a meal to his bedside but it’s all too  kind,  too generous for the  burden  that hoseok believes he has become.    ‘    but thank you.  thank you  so much.    ’

[zephyrvm]

❛ true evil is, above all, seductive. ❜

« various starters// open  !! »updating files.「  ☁ 」 ━ *┊ @tcggery

        seductive ?   that was one way of putting the malice that corrupted the souls of those that allowed it .   but true evil was not just seductive .  it was     empowering   .  a drive that set the soul at an    i n d e s c r i b a b l e      sensation .   cup of filled with poison sits upon her chest  ; body  molded into the curves of his chair as the dragon makes herself comfortable .  she had turned into the witch’s errand girl tonight .  however ,  the male in front of her had captured her interest .  something awful about him peeked her mind . so she stayed   --   wasn’t like she had seen him once or twice before .  at times , zephyr would tag along  ;  merely because she found it so amusing to see the  ‘ kind-hearted’  enchantress tangled with the crime world .      ❛  seductive ?   ❜  words part so easily from her redden tiers  .  she wears no halo .  her nature had always been clear  .  claws tapping slowly along the glass of her cup almost as if she was thinking . however ,  zephyr was inhaling the way his soul was drenched with corruption .       ❛ it’s only seductive when it’s the soul of an innocent that is allured into it’s grasp .    ❜  that’s when the beauty came out .  when it’s ragged claws dug themselves into the mind , flesh and soul of a pure one .  whispers of false promises and desires ,  chipping away at the brightness of their nature .  only then when light became darkness ,  was it truly    seductive .       ❛nothing seductive about it when it corrupts a soul , like ours   ❜

[maginoire-blog]

@tcggery ♥ ‘d for a starter !!

Ebony wasn’t one for house calls, but Ebony was one for exceptions. And exceptions were made when it came to certain syndicates of the mafia. In this case, it was because of her earlier liking to their leader, now deceased, the word hangs heavy off her shoulders. When it came to selling her weapons to the underworld, she let her own men do that for her, but things had been different with Namjoon and his boys. She barely saw head nor tail of the other men, but the leader himself had always left her with a pleasant exchange. So it’s tradition at that point to find herself standing across another member of their gang. One she hadn’t seen. But that was typical, she hadn’t seen most of them. She’d been quick to explain how the trade would work over the phone. She had given him a location to meet her, a small abandoned warehouse she had taken up as her own. In it, nothing but a few desks with files she wanted to keep outside of her corporation, and a long table down the middle. The inside was clearly newly renovated, yet still barren.

On the table she laid out a case containing all the weapons they had ordered from her. Each one hand crafted to their liking. She never pried about whether they would use them or sell them. Her job was to make it and bring it. With a palm over the case, she points at a spot on the table to her right. “ Please put the money there, ” Ebony had always been business before pleasantries. She had yet to introduce herself, although the warm words sat ready on her tongue. She would make sure their trade happened successfully, she was never one for an unhappy customer.

[zephyrvm]

nowadays, jin feels comfortable around ian. he suspects this is what brought trouble in the first place, the first time he became aware of her name through his brother’s judging whispers. they hadn’t been all too happy about the choices their youngest had made back then and jin had been a little too disinterested in other people’s affairs to really say anything on the matter. but he could guess at it now.

      she also posed as entertainment and a break as he felt no inclinations to lessen his words around her. during this time, he could speak freely about his melancholy, without the fear of worrying his brothers with it.  ❛   it’s comfortable not being able to cross them again. it’s own type of healing, pretending it didn’t exist in the first place.  ❜   he was talking big here, as he was well aware that he could never pretend namjoon’s presence in his life had been inconsequential. what’s more, what seokjin feared most now was that no one else would ever come to namjoon’s stature.   ❛    have you done such a thing? how long did it last?  ❜   his intention told him the answer to that, yet the sex worker needed to hear it first hand —- about the impossibilities and possibilities of his plans.  / @tcggery​

                best type of healing but wasn’t the    healthiest .  maybe she was  bit of a    H Y P O C R I T E     for even thinking of that but it was the truth .  didn’t work for everyone .  most people tend to run   ----   run like she did .  better that way for her at least .  so his words bring her brown eyes upon him .    his words had been turning in her mind allowing the silence to settle for just a moment .  because that was what she needed .  a moment to gather her honest thoughts .   jin , aside from his youngest brother  ;  was her    favorite    of the familial mafia that her aunt had made some connection with .  she supposed that was because in a way , jin was warm .   his warmth resided in his truthful words and lack of sugarcoating .    a sight she   needed . 

 ❛    yes , actually with your brother .  ❜    she burned that broken down bridge , months ago .  she tried her hardest not to run into him . although , her worries were noted  ;  there was nothing she could do anymore .  their story came to an end years ago  and that was a fact she had long come to terms with .     ❛   it’s lasted well so far .  i’m still trying not to worry but it’s gotten better . ❜     ianthina states quietly ,  her body resting on the chair underneath her as the book in her hand is carefully placed to the side .  her gaze lingers up  to the ceiling ,  studying it’s texture .    ❛ i’ve come to accept  that the bridge will never be repaired anymore and things are better like this .  no looking back .   ❜   exhaling out ,  a   (   small   )  simper comes to bloom upon her rosen tiers ,  her head falling back down from it’s straining position of looking up  to stare at jin .      ❛  anyways , where do you have in mind for dinner ?  i gotta thank you again for saving my ass with ondine .   ❜   

[steorralily]

❝ ever heard of hate sex? ❞

                ❛         are   you   suggesting   that   we   try   it  ?         ❜        there   beneath   the   cold   exterior   lies   inquisition  .       in   an   arch   of   a   dark   brow  ,   the   raising   of   a   hand   and   the   subtle   smile   does   she   keep   her   focus   on   the   older   male  .       HANDSOME  .       it’s   the   word   that   pops   into   mind   and   followed   by   that   is   her   sub   conscious   accepting   that   f a c t   that   she   POSSIBLY   wouldn’t   be   opposed   to   a   little   hate   sex  .       they   say   the   best   euphoric   experience   happens   when   both   sides   feels   an   extreme   passion   of   dislike   towards   the   other  .       m a y b e   she   didn’t   hate   him  ,   but   she   didn’t   like   him   either   and   could   easily   S W A Y   if   given   the   opportunity  .         ❛        ------   not   entirely   against   the   possibility  .         ❜

   m .    /    a .

[honbees]

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texting  meme!  //  accepting.  //  @tcggery

[torain]

tcggery replied to your post:           btw just so everyone knows jaeun would...

1) i saw ur typo 2) if jin still alive then**** 3) they’ll even have a kID LMAO

1) i jus said no one saw my typo. 2) he will be. dont even try that. 3) damn straight