Unusual;;

My heart belongs to me! ;; Don't you dare blink.

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“ a/s/l? age, sex, location? isn’t that what you meat sacks are all about now-a-days? construing a misconception of hopeless attention and sexual tension? “ pursing thin tiers, swift glance cuts deep like a knife whilst a smirk is soon to form. “ fuck, i ain’t no expert but ya’ll are into this kinda shit right? me? name’s deoksu. i don’t hold my fucking tongue and forget even tryin’ to get me to, got it? i’m an asshole, love. get used to it. “

like for a one liner, reblog to be followed and follow for an ask. 18+ blog.

[lilsugarbush]

do i have any weird followers that want to transfer me money for absolutely no reason at all

[astranxmica]

thirdjcnes:

reading ur rp partner’s writing and wondering how ur ever gonna come up with something as brilliant

[xlllxas]

starter for my sweet peach @thevictoryofthepeople​;;

i know, i know,

what’s but the emptiness of black, enveloping your every sense with uncultured lies; unexpected explanation of the unknown. and over exaggeration that can’t help but stab it’s pitchfork against your head rapidly.  time clicks in motion with the clocks hand, taunting, belittling roxas as he awaits the arrival of that sweet charm. the epitome of light that he can only imagine cupping in his calloused palms. where is he? sand stains his laces, dragging heavily at rubber against hushed concrete, only scrapping each little dip. fingers tatter and idly sway against loose stitch, shadowed by an unforgiving sun on this day. one marked with a deep red circle on his calendar, decorated with sweet little hearts; their one year anniversary.

each doorway he had crossed multiple times, familiar face behind the desk who had greeted him every day for 365 days. up that cramped elevator to the fourth floor and down the hallway to the left. ocean eyes cast upon that golden sign, writhing in the hangul etched carefully; ‘ Taejoon ‘. forcing the heavy wood open, roxas heaves. “ two hours, you left me waiting for two hours. do you even know what today is? “ words can cut like the sharpest knife, leaving deep lacerations in it’s wake. yet, the softness of salty tears soon breaks through. dripping, dampening his shirt and bruising his ribs with the most unbearable pain imaginable. digits curl against cornered edges, pulling a small charcoal box from the pocket and throwing it against the table. “ happy one year, jerk! “

[thevictoryofthepeople]

@xlllxas

Crimson circle marked around black numbers pulsates in front of him - a heavy reminder stamped in his vision that today is a special day; yet for some reason, it seems as if fate is against him of all days. Work had swirled in, an unexpecting typhoon of beige papers scribbled with nonsense only he can decipher - line after line of coding; inky paragraphs filled with proposals; droning sentences promised with deals and offers of another new game to come. Taejoon knows he’s late - way beyond that. Might as well convince Father Time to turn back the clock and piece the day back together in order to get another chance. But each moment digits crawl along wooden desk to grab phone in order to send one quick text, another folder smacks down in front of him and he must restrain. This can’t be happening. And then Roxas bursts in; in an instant, he’s on his feet. The tears fall from his lover’s face, brackish drops that streak face and stain shirt with its saltiness - what has he done? Wincing, he lets Roxas’s tongue lash out at him - he deserves it after all; let it whip him for his mistakes especially on this day. Gingerly, he picks up the box. Quiet for he’s afraid that one thing and tongue will slip up damaging everything even more. He moves from behind the desk, cautiously stepping towards him. With careful actions, he reaches for his lover. “My love, I’m sorry. I was trying to call you. But I couldn’t. Work swamped me. Please I didn’t forget.” But he did, didn’t he? He could have called off for the day - he owns the damn company, for hell’s sake. There’s no real excuse and Taejoon knows it. “Please, forgive me.” He tries to pull him in for an embrace, desperately hoping that things will be amended.

[xlllxas]

if maybe time had reset itself completely, maybe twisting fate into a deeper demeanor. something of more unbeknownst love and compassion. or a simple ring on his end, a stupid phone call to remind. all the equations, outcomes swarm roxas like a tidal wave but.. this is the now. and right now there is only anger and frustration. even heart ache, he believes. every ounce of sanity and understanding goes out the window as taejoon approaches, spouting nonsense of work. the only matter in his life; work. “ work, work, work. don’t you care about anything else? “ pushing from the touch, already swollen orbs turn toward the floor, holding himself in defense. “ i’m always tolerant. i’m always forgiving when it comes to your job, taejoon. it’s what you love, i know that. but i thought.. i thought that you loved me also. “ 

fingers curl against the edge of his sweater, toes pointed together and knee slightly bent; peeking from the rip in his black skinny jeans. golden strands brush wet lashes, sticking to cover the upper portion of his features, leaving only the plump of his lips and little droplets visible in it’s wake-- “ i guess i was wrong. i’m sorry i bothered you at work. let me know when you have time and maybe we can plan something else. “ 

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xlllxas‌:

starter for the talented @artfcialve​. ( character chosen; Ethan Seo. )

careful, cautious. collective, conscious. frivolous hush leaves heaviness among the white wash of TARTINE, perched softly into cushioned placement. gold etched characters read ‘ break room ‘ across wood; just us two. soft digits brush plump cheek, indenting the flesh and raising it prominently. black cloth pads peach tinted elbow, pressing ever so heavily into the white marble.. “ I’ve known you long enough to know that something is bothering you. are you gonna tell me or not? “ black lash flutters whilst every short inch of muscle flexes, plump cherry tiers part; revealing a quick squared slant of crooked upper teeth. hollowed click of black plastic chirps behind framed glass of the clock, staring them down with an aching haze, reflecting luminous bulb off cyan orbs. this time roxas would stand his ground, eyeing the male before him with an almost unsettling skepticism. “ ethan.. we’re friends. you can tell me. “

          He presses his lips together somehow still hesitant over revealing his worries to Roxas. He is never the one liking to burden others with his problem even the years of friendship lingers between them Ethan still find himself conscious around his friend. Seconds pass by, minutes pass by as he hear the unstoppable click clack of the clock moving forward whilst he still looking backward judging his past mistake that would never let anything forget about it. “Roxas..” he calls his friend name slowly, big palm hovering over the small hand as he hold it against his own and squeezing it lightly. “Please think lightly of this for it is only a dream..” he utters softly, voice cracking at the nervous building up inside of him. “I see myself standing before two pairs of bright headlights and then I hear tires screeching and my visions turn black, I couldn’t see anything and that’s when I wake up..” Ethan close his eyes trying to reminiscing his dream yet the fear and nightmare still there as he keep clenching and squeezing Roxas hand making sure he wasn’t in the dreamland and that his friend was there near him. “…I keep wondering if I dream of my own death” his voice tone down almost to whisper, hands that were holding on to Roxas shaking as the image of his death cross his mind.

[xlllxas]

unforgiving reality can only smack every little ounce of hesitance from the atmosphere and soon words were revealed. roxas only holds on tighter to the limb as that smooth voice that has washed, rested his own stresses and threatening breaks. what is there left to do but to revel in the final lost speech of ethan. every word crushes his heart, adding brick by brick of almost pity to him. “ dreams are scary too, ethan. “ moments pass and soon every ounce of worry and despair that plagued his brain is released with the small curl of a smile. brows furrow idly and his digits slip between, rubbing circles against his thumb knuckle. “ i may not have a good answer, but i’ll try my best to leave you with ease. “ pressing up, the free hand reaches out to smooth down chestnut locks, lingering his soft palm to thin cheek. “ dreams are our subconscious trying to awaken a deep worry, a deep concern and bring it to life in a more frightful manner. maybe it’s not your death you’ve witnessed but even ... a stress in your life fragmented in your sleep to bring to attention. a worry in life that could take place of headlights, running over you and taking full control of your emotional and mental state? “ clicking wet muscle against porcelain teeth, plump tiers crease and roxas shakes his head. “ calm your heart, ethan. i believe you’re over stressed and maybe it’s time to take a vacation. or maybe do something relaxing. “

[xlllxas]

starter for the precious @ballerinc​;;

idols; everyone’s had them. the visual representation of the most beautiful star ever created, personified and sculpted with bone and skin. featured behind the rush of crowded screams and consistent admiration. but for what? a moment in time where simple luscious love and ignorance can only shroud and depress, heavily drag down among every soft little step. every perfectly executed spin. it’s all a facade.

since debut, roxas had admired the slick round of his jaw, a deep edged knife that would only scar his heart every chance it took. an expert in the art of dance, to the say the least. and as time was clicking with every moment the tight of asa’s leotard would reveal every rib, the thin of weakening frame. all efforts were for not as the concerned boy tried his hardest to push on some sort of nutrition. anything to give peace of mind. 

“ asa, just a bite? for me? i even baked this myself for you. “ cupped in wrapped paper, roxas held onto a still warmed bun. inside red bean paste and a honey glaze. each pupil contracted as every chamber of his heart quakes, shaking deep inside his chest for what’s to come. “ even if you hate me someday, i’ll still worry for you. that’s what friends do. “

[xlllxas]

starter for my bae @tsxhanbin;;

speckled dusts of sand can only fray across golden locks, shinning; twinkling like starlight with darkened water. bare heels dig with each step, overlooking a vast of ocean kissed tenderly by the moon impeccable glow. digits curl into the cotton of his shorts and soon crystal iris advances toward a olive sculpt of greek beauty; hanbin. plump tiers curl whilst careful gust urges roxas toward the pitched tent that was soon finished. camping against the beauty of shore line, tiny goosebumps crawl across the expanse of flesh; it’ll be a long night.

“ do you need help? “ 

[xlllxas]

starter for my sweet peach @thevictoryofthepeople​;;

i know, i know,

what’s but the emptiness of black, enveloping your every sense with uncultured lies; unexpected explanation of the unknown. and over exaggeration that can’t help but stab it’s pitchfork against your head rapidly.  time clicks in motion with the clocks hand, taunting, belittling roxas as he awaits the arrival of that sweet charm. the epitome of light that he can only imagine cupping in his calloused palms. where is he? sand stains his laces, dragging heavily at rubber against hushed concrete, only scrapping each little dip. fingers tatter and idly sway against loose stitch, shadowed by an unforgiving sun on this day. one marked with a deep red circle on his calendar, decorated with sweet little hearts; their one year anniversary.

each doorway he had crossed multiple times, familiar face behind the desk who had greeted him every day for 365 days. up that cramped elevator to the fourth floor and down the hallway to the left. ocean eyes cast upon that golden sign, writhing in the hangul etched carefully; ‘ Taejoon ‘. forcing the heavy wood open, roxas heaves. “ two hours, you left me waiting for two hours. do you even know what today is? “ words can cut like the sharpest knife, leaving deep lacerations in it’s wake. yet, the softness of salty tears soon breaks through. dripping, dampening his shirt and bruising his ribs with the most unbearable pain imaginable. digits curl against cornered edges, pulling a small charcoal box from the pocket and throwing it against the table. “ happy one year, jerk! “

[bangtan]

[bangtan]

[xlllxas]

New muse update;

Name: Unknown.

Occupation: Serial Killer.

About: “ What’s one less person on the Earth?” 

At this point, killing has become something like a normal person would frequent a convenience store to buy their favorite snack. An undeniable high that brings every dead cell in his brain to something of a euphoric state. No drug could compare, nothing will comfort his static mind like the loud screams of agony, begging for one less deep laceration and cooing compassion. What a joke.

Personality: Quiet, reserved in states of deep depression but when manic he can become fairly obnoxious and arrogant. 

Where to find him: Any pathetic hole in Seoul; where no one dare to walk. But if feeling particularly brightened, he may be found watching the lights of Banpo Bridge by Han river.

[xlllxas]

I’ve decided to make another muse for this blog, though I already am barely active I’ve been deeply wanting to make them so I will be adding them soon. I’ll post an about on the Dash after all is said and done.

[xlllxas]

starter for the overly amazing @ccmpulsive​;

“ You dig a hole, I fill it up with you. You’re my shot, I kiss it till it’s true. “

blaring bass vibrates against padded soles, shaking every heap of muscle and tissue between caged bone. one shot bruises a chamber, another loosens the second. silhouetted profile glows effervescently throughout neon dim, scanning collected surroundings; each softened figure only brightening deeper with the pale moons light. ink travels up his shoulder, into the crevasse of his neck; how absolutely magnificent. cooled glass presses to his seam and with a swift movement roxas pushes off his stool, approaching the unknown male with no real intent. no known reasons, none the less any shriveled will power that just oh so obviously sits on his chest in waves. no real understanding between social intertwine, close proximity is not but common whilst curious eyes scan across foreign marking.

“ I like your tattoo, what is it? “

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STARTER // @xlllxas

the demon doesn’t eat, unless it comes to body parts, to blood and other weird things, but when it comes to human food? there’s no way he was gonna do that, he once tried to eat a piece of lettuce but it flew out of his mouth so fast. now he is stepping inside the bakery, no he is not there to get food but his so beloved milk instead, not even coffee, not even tea or anything; why was he even in a bakery to get a milk? well the demon is quite stupid, even when he is one of the most feared things to walk on earth; people just doesn’t know that, why? because he looks like a human and tries to act like one. “do you guys have any milk or do i need to start yelling?” he is now walking past the line, as if it was the most casual thing to do, people cursing and giving him an odd eye, he was not gonna wait in line. “is that a yes or no?”

[xlllxas]

they say a butterfly that flaps its wings can alter and cause mass destruction across the waking planet. that the mid west gull could wave a feather and rapture, quake; destroy. karma in it’s finest for every action has a consequence. and this day would mark the deepest crimson against the calendar, a momentous episode that would soon turn into a deep regret and blossom the deepest black, thorn infested beauty that was this demon. ocean orbs cast upon the weary beast as he approaches the counter, plump tiers parted in defense yet no words could soon approach. “ what? “ unfortunately for roxas, this would be a day that his manager was away for break and he was stuck in the front with a newbie who hide in the back in fear of eye to eye contact. hollow coal catches the depths of his retina and he can only cower momentarily, stepping back to leave some sort of barrier; something he does without even real recognition. as if cognitive conclusion stumps mental comprehension, what to do? “ you’ll have to w-wait the line like everyone else, sir. you will be helped shortly. “

[xlllxas]

starter for the great @lostavra​ ; based off this plot.

“ again.. “

haze glinted charcoal seeps through each little pocket of flesh, deeply lacerating pale peach with a few little twinges of ink. each little line, each little tiny detail work flashing benevolently; enticing the pale, grayish teal. careless marks detailed sweeps across petaled copy, every little piece of ominous artwork beautifully abusing roxas with each waking moments. it’s begun, once more frivolous late night works plague with the upcoming wake of stars. creaks echo throughout barren dark, toes curled against white cotton, lurched over in deep hypnosis. watching as someone, somewhere, even in another universe bears precious memories across his forearm.

“ can’t sleep, huh..? ”

[xlllxas]

starter for the talented @artfcialve​. ( character chosen; Ethan Seo. )

careful, cautious. collective, conscious. frivolous hush leaves heaviness among the white wash of TARTINE, perched softly into cushioned placement. gold etched characters read ‘ break room ‘ across wood; just us two. soft digits brush plump cheek, indenting the flesh and raising it prominently. black cloth pads peach tinted elbow, pressing ever so heavily into the white marble.. “ I’ve known you long enough to know that something is bothering you. are you gonna tell me or not? “ black lash flutters whilst every short inch of muscle flexes, plump cherry tiers part; revealing a quick squared slant of crooked upper teeth. hollowed click of black plastic chirps behind framed glass of the clock, staring them down with an aching haze, reflecting luminous bulb off cyan orbs. this time roxas would stand his ground, eyeing the male before him with an almost unsettling skepticism. “ ethan.. we’re friends. you can tell me. “

[xlllxas]

starter for the lovely @busanbunnie​. listen to this for better quality reading.

“ that’s not true. “

deep strums echo with the surrounding sheet rock, bouncing each crevasse and caressing cartilage; sweet serenade of conflicted truths. please see me, thick digits caress cotton string. reaching out for someone I can’t see. night fall lays among the warmth of aired apartment, glowing sweet husk of orange, bloody canvas horizon touching tenderly against pale porcelain. flickered highlights kiss transparent cyan, looking for any sense of dotted senses within a more vivid picture of Hana. even as the sun soon lets her luscious gold brush skyline, enigma soon creeps along the wooden floor. shadowed confusion, who are we? just a spec of dust within the galaxy. 

“ I’m not meaning.. to, I- “

just the same, follicles raise while cool gust holds on tightly; are we all lost stars? there’s got to be a better way.

“ it’s just, I don’t know how to open up.. “