[wiiccvn]

hello, hi there i’m just making this post to say that i’m going to be putting silas on a semi-hiatus for the time being. real life stuff is getting a bit hectic and for some reason his muse isn’t around ??? but i do have another blog that if you want to follow me there you can @atrociity​  i hope you all have a really good day / evening / night, and i’ll be back on here before you know it !!

[wiiccvn]

hello, hi there i’m just making this post to say that i’m going to be putting silas on a semi-hiatus for the time being. real life stuff is getting a bit hectic and for some reason his muse isn’t around ??? but i do have another blog that if you want to follow me there you can @atrociity​  i hope you all have a really good day / evening / night, and i’ll be back on here before you know it !!

[wiiccvn]

hello, hi there i’m just making this post to say that i’m going to be putting silas on a semi-hiatus for the time being. real life stuff is getting a bit hectic and for some reason his muse isn’t around ??? but i do have another blog that if you want to follow me there you can @atrociity​  i hope you all have a really good day / evening / night, and i’ll be back on here before you know it !!

[dirrrrrtyvibe]

seo kang joon looking hella fine

[hclfmoon]

@wiiccvn

[energctic]

me: i’m finally gonna do my drafts today me at 3:05 AM staring at my untouched drafts:

[jodiefoster]

me while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: i’ve had it

[fairwound-deactivated20180529]

Listen man I’m just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself .

[hijacker-deactivated20160621]

not only am I funny but I have a nice ass too

[windenloop]

seo kang joon | elle

[wiiccvn]

B E C K S T E R.

                beck watches silas closely, like he always has. in retrospect, it’s kind of weird— how his eyes are just trained to be on silas whenever the guy’s around— but it’s habit now, habit formed from adoration and affection and everything that beck shouldn’t be feeling ( or have ever felt ). not that there’s anything wrong with caring for silas, it’s just… weird, or something. or… it should be. life’s brought them to different places and they’re not kids anymore, so rightfully, things should be weird. beck should feel something other than the little ball of nerves in his stomach and his cheeks heating up like they used to whenever silas would give him any time of day. he should feel weird, looking to find his sister chatting away with a pretty girl who silas dislikes, who beck can only assume is an old lover if his disdain is any give away. but he doesn’t. vaguely, beck wonders if it’s the comfort he likes— how he still feels like he’s in spiderman pajamas when he stands with silas now, even though he’s made a turn for the worst. he wonders if he likes the safety he feels.

                he could tell the truth when silas asks what he’s been up to— if he has someone special now. he should tell the truth, but he knows it sounds terribly sad to match a terribly sad boy and a terribly sad life and that doesn’t make good party conversation. besides, he’s not too sure if silas really means his words when he says beck’s handsome and something to be desired, or if he’s just teasing him. he shakes his head either way, smiling ( albeit a little sadly ) down at the untouched cake in his hands. “ no, ” is his soft response, “ nothing like that— no one special. ” except silas. “ i-i don’t know if i could— ” the words handle it are just on the tip of his tongue, and he knows it’s the truth, but he keeps that to himself. his therapist says it’ll come with time— trusting people, relationships. beck wonders how long it’ll be when he learns to not be afraid again. maybe along the way, he’ll learn to be less shy too. maybe then silas will like him. or… notice him, at least. “ —i’m taking a break from school, ” he says finally, trying to give the man the least pitiful sounding update on his life ( which is difficult, to say the least ). “ that’s… ” just about it. god, no wonder he’s single. he glances up finally, trying in earnest to avoid talking about himself and doing something terrible like get sad here and now of all times and places. “ h-how about you? do you— i mean— y-you probably have someone, right? probably— p-probably don’t have any issues there. ”

            SILAS IS WELL KNOWN for his instinctual gut feelings, the way he can easily sense the change in the atmosphere around him with just a brief shift in a person’s aura or the slightest adjustment in a person’s tone as they speak to him. people always considered it a gift that he possessed, and in a technical kind of way they were right, being in tuned with the people and things around him is a perk from his wiccan heritage. it also does benefit him when he’s known a person for majority of his life, if he’s seen various sides of an individual and he’s familiar with the way they express themselves in certain situations ; someone like beck, then it was as simple as breathing to pinpoint the sway in a situation. it’s the inexplicable undertone of gloom that overtakes the conversation which is the first odd thing that catches the witch’s attention, and that’s when he listens even closer to the younger’s words, almost as if he were trying to decipher a complex puzzle just so silas would be able to understand even just a little ( understand how his friend is truly feeling, that is ). a amber hued gaze takes in an unquestionable note of obscured sadness that if one weren’t trying to dig deep like the sorcerer it would easily be missed, but he sees it. there right in the dark chestnut pools that are almost reaching out to him, and silas feels a certain pull towards the other that he hasn’t ever really felt in regards his best friend’s brother. and if it’s even possible his eyes soften even more at the other, not in pity or empathy, but in realization of something unspoken.              “ --- that’s everyone else’s loss then, they’re missing out on an amazing guy,” silas chirps trying to uplift the male a bit. although he’s being truthful. “ but that’s okay. finding the right person takes time and there’s no need to rush it. “ that’s funny coming from silas who’s had a rather long and embarrassing list of past lovers, all who broke his heart or fell out of love with him. not to mention another list of people who he’s had casual, platonic flings with after he realized that maybe relationships just weren’t for someone like him. all of those nasty breakups and his heart being ripped to shreds could be the universe’s way of hinting to the witch that he wasn’t destined for that kind of life, one he’d share with someone else ( it would be pointless, because he wasn’t going to live long enough anyways ). then silas raises his brows, blinking towards the other as he takes another bite of the cake, his cheeks puffing out from being so full. “ so that means you have some extra free time then, yeah ? we should plan a whole day together, just us two. would you want to do that ? “ silas sounds hopeful, a certain pleading within his eyes as he finishes the rest of the birthday cake quickly and setting aside the empty plate full of crumbs. “ we could just have a relaxing day, and i’ve been meaning to show you GLAMOUR. you’re the only one who hasn’t seen it furnished ! “ there’s excitement bubbling within his chest now as he turns his whole body to face his friend, tongue running over his lips just in case any icing may have smeared across his mouth without his knowledge. then at the questions directed towards him and his love life he can’t help but chuckle gently, a sigh exhaling through his nose as he shakes his head, the left corner of his mouth lifting upwards. “ actually, i don’t. i haven’t found anyone willing to put up with my nonsense yet. “ then he gives a teasing lift of a single brow at his last statement, the cocky side of the witch unable to let that brief comment slide without acknowledging it first. “ do you think i’m attractive, beckster ? and be honest with me. “

[exceptionals]

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

[lilycostner]

It’s all fun in games until a human starts a relationship with an immortal being. 

[wiiccvn]

@fclklre

[derangcdarchive-blog]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[restfulraccoon]

Being Kind doesn’t mean becoming a complete pushover. You can be kind and have very clear boundaries about what is and isn’t acceptable to you.

[noraofrph]

i kinda wanna do a classic soulmates plot where like when you turn 21 your soulmates name is tattooed on your chest etc. (you know the deal) but like i don’t wanna know your character’s fc, gender, personality until we exchange accounts, i don’t wanna know if our muses would get along, i just want them to meet one day knowing only that they have each other’s names tattooed on their chests and that’s it. who knows if they’ll fall in love or end up hating each other? Cuz I’m fine with both outcomes tbh.

[wiiccvn]

J A E W O N.

jaewon didn’t have no idea where he was or what the time was, all he remembers that he had a fist to his face few times and that he had collapsed over the ground and at someones feet and that’s when everything went black and now he was slowly waking up, clearly laying over something soft and the way he wakes up was aggressive, there he was sitting up and looking around and quickly getting up from whatever he was laying on and starts to walk around, he looked like he was scared, who wouldn’t be after something like that and waking up at a random place, did someone kidnap him or was he even in a bigger trouble, did one of the gang members take away his life and now he was stuck in the other side. all these questions running in jaewons head as he was trying to find a way to escape somehow and he had totally ignored the pain that was hammering over his face and head.

hand coming to touch his shoulder jaewon jumps and turns around, he was ready to throw a punch but then stops when there was a man, not someone he knows or has ever seen before looking at him concerned. “and who the hell are you?!” jaewon blurts out nastly, there was no manners in his voice, clearly he also had a sharp tongue. “where am i and what am i doing here? did you kidnap me?” he walks away from the male now and over to look for a way to escape but it seemed like everything was locked down and maybe it was better that way too since this male who was in the same room with him wasn’t a gang member or they didn’t even seemed to be a bad person.

jaewons hand now over his nose as he lets out a groan, giving up as he walks over to the place where he had woken up. “what happened?” he finally had calmed down, his eyes closed as he was trying to deal with the pain that was taking over his face at this point. at least there wasn’t blood coming out of his nose, but his shirt was telling a different story, dried blood drops over the fabric. his eyes open now as he looks down at his shirt. “why is there blood on my shirt?! did you do something to me?” he glares at the direction of the male, it was like he didn’t even give time for the other to reply to all his questions when he was already throwing another in and it was easy to tell that the male was so done with him, the way they had sighed their eyes closed.

“i remember walking and getting pu– i remember just walking that is.. and then suddenly i’m here, so did someone do something to me and then you are some kind of boss who will end my life or what.. so please tell me, who the hell are you or i will call the cops!” maybe his words were too much, indeed he wouldn’t call the cops, he didn’t want to get into a bigger trouble with the polices now. his brows come to raise at the male now. “or are you some kind of dealer who sells kids forward and get money for them?” that was when he lets out a small chuckle, oh how he thought he was being funny, even when he was just clearly making a fool out of himself. his hand now wiping at his nose as he sees blood there, did the guy from earlier who had punched him the face broke his nose? hopefully not. jaewon gets up again from his seat and walks closer to the male, looking up and down at them. “now please.. tell me everything you know, because i think i have blacked out and i don’t remember much.” he was terrified, angry and lost. it clearly showing from his eyes as he was standing in front of the male. “i’m jaewon and where is my backpack so i can just leave.” easier said than done, he was feeling dizzy and his nose was still bleeding, maybe he wasn’t blacked out for too long.

            AS SILAS HAD SUGGESTED his guards carefully lifted the boy’s slender body into the air, and with careful steps carried him through the entrance of the building to find a much more comfortable place to rest rather than on a potentially diseased paved sidewalk. the witch leads them to a leather love seat that sit against the right side wall of the large lobby, using a certain gentleness that you would never think bulky men would possess, they lower the stranger down onto the plush cushions. they all notice how the boy’s feet dangle slightly off the edge due to his longer legs, and without much thought silas takes one of the delicate throw pillows, lifts the nameless male’s head and pushes it underneath. it’s a shame, the kid looks young enough to still be in school and for him to have went through something as traumatic as being pummeled by a dangerous individual makes silas’ tummy bubble in anger. speaking of it is indeed a school night, nearly one in the morning, so why is the kid out so late all alone ? too many questions and not enough answers, a type of situation that the young witch despised to be in. perhaps when the boy manages to wake up ( he has to wake up ! ), he can give a description of the criminal so the police can bring them into justice. they’ll get what they deserve. although silas even thinks to himself that he could probably find the culprit faster than the cops, but he pushes the thought away as soon as it comes, he shouldn’t get too involved in this. RIGHT ?             speaking a few more words with his employees about the next step, he dismisses them back to their rightful places outside, insisting that he had everything under control. of course they exchanged questionable glances with each other in doubt, which brought a pout to his pursed lips as he waved them off again. they didn’t disobey after his second command and with hurried steps they exited through the doors to leave the two males alone. that’s when silas pushes a rough breath from his lungs, peeking down at the bloodied face once again with a deep frown.              at a last attempt in waking the other up the witch patted the kid’s palm once again, eyes focused and determined as he watched for any indication of him waking up. “ you have to wake up, kid, wake UP ! “ his tone raises in volume the same second a pair of large deep brown hues gently blinked up at him, and silas pulls away just before the nameless teen became distressed. the witch tries to usher him back down onto the seat knowing that the best thing for the other right now would be just to rest and remain still, no one was sure how much blood he’s actually lost so the last thing he needed to do was start bustling around the lobby in a panic where his heart rate would skyrocket risking another fainting episode. of course, it didn’t seem like the male wanted to stay calm. which silas couldn’t really blame him for, especially after what he’d presumably had gone through before he made it to the front of his nightclub. “ --- listen, my name is silas koh and you’re currently inside of GLAMOUR, please slow down ! “ the witch insisted, hands held up unsure as he watched him pace about the small area. it was a bit unsettling seeing how scared they seemed, terrified even, while the smeared rouge liquid started drying onto his skin. then it’s the questions directed right at silas himself that stunned him to silence for a quick moment before a offended scoff was shot at the stranger when he boldly accused the witch and thought that he had anything to do with what happened to him. “ you were walking the streets all alone and you collapsed right out front, i think you were attacked or jumped. why the hell were you out all by yourself in these parts of the city ? do you know how stupid that is ? you’re lucky that this is all that happened, people have gotten killed out here. “ silas isn’t sure why he felt the need to berate the teen, maybe to hopefully prevent something like this from happening to him again.              with another finger pointed at silas with an ridiculous allegation, the amber hued sorcerer places his hands onto the other’s shoulders guiding him backwards carefully to make him sit back down onto the seat. expression stern, although he wants the male to trust him so he can try to fix him up before taking him home. “ i don’t exactly appreciate those nasty accusations, kid. just breathe. i know you probably won’t believe me but you’re safe here, and no one is going to hurt you.” he takes a short pause, nodding at the other’s introduction. “ jaewon, my guards brought you inside, i’m the owner of this establishment. we’re going to clean you up a bit, and then take you to the nearest medical facility to check you over just to be sure you didn’t give yourself a concussion when you passed out. as for your bag, it’s safe somewhere, but you’re not leaving. now stay put while i go and get some things to clean your face up. you look like you walked straight out of a jigsaw movie. “

[wiiccvn]

H A E J U.

           in his lifetime haeju has seen many things, from his little sister being born to the himalayan mountains from his own private plane, but ironically he’s never been able to say he’s received a ludicrous picture. initially, one would think this was a simple mistake. maybe the wrong haeju, or maybe tired eyes accidentally pressing the wrong conversation. he waited hours for some type of response to follow, ignoring the fact he’d stared at the picture for a second too long. yet none came. it was why he’d sent a short message asking for the other’s presence to accompany his today. their partnership was one haeju would like to keep, so he was willing to overlook this incident after some sort of explanation.            of course he knew silas was taking forever to come into his office, his secretary always informed him of things like this secretly, plus it benefited that half of haeju’s company was dedicated to technology, therefore there were security cameras hidden everywhere. except haeju’s office, much to his own convenience. his eyes flick upwards from the paperwork he’s reading on his desk, glasses perched on his nose as silas walks in. haeju hears the quiet ‘hi’ a small smirk curving at the corner of his lips before he returns his attention back to the crisp, white paperwork he’s modifying with a pen. his desk fits parallel to a large glass wall the overlooks much of seoul, and it contrasts with the dark, tailored suit haeju is wearing. it looked like the fabric was sewn around haeju ( as opposed to being altered after it was made ). his attention remains stagnant as he responds.             “ hello, silas. ”

             JUST AS SILAS HAD expected he walked into this office with no set plan on what he was going to say in regards to the situation, now he could feel the awkwardness overtaking him. this was abnormal for the witch. the blush threatening to crawl up the length of his neck isn’t like him. he is known for making even the most unusual of events into something comical and humorous, he isn’t sure what makes this incident so mortifying. with light footed steps silas approaches the desk, chin tilted downwards almost looking shameful as he lifts his gaze to the male, and it hits him rather belatedly that this professional business man who owns one of the biggest corporations in south korea knows what his dick looks like. ( yeah, that’s probably what makes this entire thing all the more scandalous. )             when he stands right at the front of his friend’s desk the dark haired sorcerer puffs up his cheeks trying to come up with how to start up this conversation, maybe start out with a casual conversation ? his right hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, a bashful habit he hasn’t quite kicked, “ --- so, have you had a good day ? “ as soon as the question passes through his lips silas winces at how forced it sounded, even to his own ears. that’s when he decides that beating around the bush definitely wasn’t going to cut it, he needs to explain himself before it’s too late. “ i hope you don’t hate me. “