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@vcinhyeon
is there any hotter look than disheveled and slightly bloody
The 5th Album : L I L A C (cr.)
I love men. I crave the love of a man who’s strong, handsome, smart and kind. There’s one thing that I don’t like about men and about people in general…
The Love Witch (2016) dir. Anna Biller
IU filming ‘Lilac’
They say birds always find their way back home / but home is a nowhere – a memory; a never was.
Richard Georges, from “Dead Reckoning,” published in The White Review (via lifeinpoetry)
WHEN THE MIDNIGHT SKIES TURN BLUE @vcxxangel
before she learned to properly sort her emotions, inhyeon had learned the subtle and delicate weight of a gun in her hands. she had been quite small for her age, a head lower than her peers and at 10 years old she would grow hardly any bigger before settling at her small height. yet the feeling of the gun in her hand had caused her heart to race furiously in her ears until the symphony of it had drowned out even the instructors words. garnet eyes had been glued to the delicate and deadly piece of metal without knowing it would soon become an extension of her arm. the soft, pliable girl that had gone into that academy against her will and with the death of her parents still fresh in her mind and wet in her tears had grown into a calculating, dangerous woman. guns no longer frightened her, rather they became tools necessary to carve her own future. still, she had never forgotten the first taste of death at the hands of a barrel and had committed the feeling of it to memory so that every time she pulled the trigger thereafter would be loaded with the knowledge that she had the intent to kill. yet there are only memories that she keeps to herself; never a thing she had spoken in front of her companion as they worked side by side to set up the sleeky ebony sniper rifle in the correct position. it was an easy task, one that hardly needed two of them but she took every opportunity it was to spend time with the younger boy. he had grown close to her heart, stirring the emotions within until she had practically adopted him into her family tree. she was sure her parents wouldn’t mind, it was severely lacking any living members as it was. yet whenever she got to spend time with him on a job, it was never a boring affair. such as now when slender fingers hesitate for a moment, stopping all together as she sets up the tripod and casts a glance to him with quizzical eyes. “what happened?” she asks for clarification though she had certainly heard him before. she was merely curious to hear him say it again, wondering if it was an accident.
POPULAR BOYS ARE OVERRATED @vcyongtae
decades have blurred together like a train speeding through the scenic countryside. the colors have all blurred together and conditioned eyes can barely pick out the colors besides the rush of overwhelming green. perhaps at one point there were blurs of brown and the curl of powder blue but she can hardly differentiate them. why? because the elegant woman paid attention to few things not directly related to he job. people became murmurs in the back of her memories, feelings melted through her fingers like water out of an oasis, and she was left knowing what happened but caring little about the details. one person always stood out in her mind. the dragonblood had been a consistent patron throughout her time as an assassin. he had trusted her with sensitive, confidential tasks and had passed the hefty weight of her fees with little care for where the money went once it was contained in blood-red manicured hands. their partnership had been one of mutual trust, of delivered results and constant backing until something akin to friendship blossomed between them. it was an odd emotion to the elf but she had grown to appreciate the different flavor that he brought to her vast, stagnant life. she could even say that she cared deeply for him -- was it not obvious by how she had taken his help in joining the Night Bloods? it was not out of loyalty to the mission of the gang but it was for the protection that he brought and here she had stayed for another decade of an unendingly long life. there were moment where she deeply appreciated his presence and there were moments where she would disappear without word only to come back weeks later knowing nothing had changed.....but at this moment? her disgust is not feigned in the subtle curl of her lips directed at no other than the ravenette not so far from her side. the rise of her irritation has been astronomical but she hardly finds surprise in the matter; if anyone could cause her frozen blood to boil over it would be yongtae. her friend. her confident. her irritant. “I would say I was surprised but you’ve got quite the audacity for a man your size.” she insults, voice iced and cold as garnet orbs look over him from head to toe in a slow, appraising gaze. her nose wrinkling as if she is not pleased with what she has seen. “are you getting stupid in your old age, youtube?”
CRITICAL ROLE SENTENCE STARTERS.
PART TWO. all taken from campaign 1.
“ i think i’m perfectly content with it being someone else’s problem. ”
“ if he doesn’t have your allegiance in this room, he will not have your allegiance on the battlefield. ”
“ i hope you have an necromancer in your group, ‘cos i’m looking at a fucking dead man ! ”
“ i’ve got a scrooge mcduck sized put if xanax at my house i’m just going to dive into. ”
“ he’s got a beard, and the ability to kill me in my sleep. ”
“ there are going to be consequences to this, no matter what. ”
“ i’m terrible at naming things, i just go with whatever the first person shouts out. ”
“ the one true thing that gives these gods their power are their worshippers. ”
“ there’s always cost. we will all die, it just depends on how. ”
” there is destiny, but you still guide your path where it must go. ”
“ is it what was meant to be, or what you just really wanted, and it found you ? ”
“ i don’t think i can be fixed. ”
“ did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me ? ”
“ you’re intimidating as fuck, you know that ? ”
“ true pain never really heals. ”
“ i don’t steal, I borrow… indefinitely. ”
” anytime i’ve seen anything attractive and naked today, it’s gone poorly. ”
“ it’s like wearing metal in a hot sauna ––– you just don’t do it. ”
“ you make a deal and it’s a deal, and you have to deal with it. ”
“ you and i could go down to his room right now and just kill him and be done with it. ”
“ would we be cursed ? haunted forever ? ”
“ you’re too happy to look like you come from money. ”
“ there are many things we wish for, but we have no choice but to take what we are given and make the best with what we have. ”
“ we don’t need heroes right now, we need survivors. ”
“ it’s adorable that they think they could stop us if we tried. ”
“ that’s a very dark and disturbing thought… i’m impressed. ”
“ i’ve been learning from you. ”
“ you’ve had a lot of good ideas… that’s not one of them. that’s a bad idea. ”
” we should either talk to them, or run away right now. ”
“ that is way better than our first idea, and yet still terrible. ”
hello everyone! my name is summer and I am super excited to be apart of this roleplay with everyone. i am bringing you inhyeon aka scarlet, the hitwoman for the night bloods. she’s got an old timey way of talking and absolutely thinks that she is better than you. she’s a sharp shooter and can cut to the bone with her words alone but she’s not all bad, at least if you’re close to her. I don’t have her plots page done just yet (it’s in the process) but you can find her dossier and her background if you want to get a better understanding of who she is.
the cut is the shortened version of her history if you don’t feel like reading a lot as well as some of the most bare bones plot you have ever seen. anyway, I’m looking forward to writing with each and every single one of you and if you’re interested in getting some connections / plots with me and my little elf, feel free to like this post and I’ll come to you.
IU ✧ JESTINA 21SUMMER MAKING FILM
The relief of giving in to destruction.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in Diaries, 1910 -1923 (via violentwavesofemotion)
IU in THE PRODUCERS
But, see, you didn’t think things all the way through.
But I like the old themes, temptation, vengeance, hate.
Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts