#flvwersng

[thcrnedcrown-blog]

❛  ┊  for the ❤     ⇢     @flvwersng

                                  “I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’m supposed to do. It’s just like I’m haunted by your ghost.”

[bloodthiiirst-a-blog]

@flvwersng  //  ↻

simply, the vampire canted his head, dark hues fixated on the other for a short second before he rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the scenery he’d been staring at.   ❝ you like the sight of me more than the scenery  -----  i think you should keep your attention on that.  not me. ❞   he  stated.

[obciidian-archived]

      astonishment marks the countenance which habitually is depicted as lethargic and listless, creating a visionary quite peculiar and exceptional on the youngster’s facade. of all the knowledge which she possess the girl still remains rather ignorant when it comes to anything sorcery related, for the facile fact that it shall never candidly benefit her in the future -- school teaches her mathematics, history, language... all sort of skills that will in fact aid her in the adult word ; magic, isn’t one of them. thus, she is left with a mildly stupefied gander as the stone prior in her grasp is now taken away from her. the expressions she holds upon her face is an even mixture of confoundment and indignation -- for being spoken to this way for being oblivious to a topic which she frankly believes is redundant.    ❛  why would you even expect me to, eonnie? magic is nonsense, anyway.  ❜    /    @flvwersng  ft.  cont.

[yuseongu-a]

               ❝ are you stalking me? i run into you once, and now you show up at my shop... ❞

@flvwersng ♥’d for a starter

[93hsk-blog]

` ° • ✧ @flvwersng  ♡’d for a starter!

❝Hey, could you taste these?❞ He asked, holding a cookie out to her. It was first time baking, and in his opinion -- he needed someone else’s opinion -- her opinion. ❝I don’t know if I consumed too much salt or I just can’t taste anything from these..❞

[pyrrhickid]

 「 @flvwersng !! 」

                      ❛   i have you know that groot is my   favorite   guardian of the galaxy and i actually approve of that name . ❜ eyes of brown gaze up to the voice she had   L I T T L E   recollection of . she might had seen him around a few times but with the memory she carried around , the witch wasn’t sure where , his name was on the tip of her tongue . dae wasn’t it ? ,  ianthina can’t fully recall  but he was a familiarish face . yes,  a face from a  music shop she wonders into from time to time  .  arms crossed over the woman’s chest   ━━    sizing   up the male .  the struggle at hand was long   forgotten    now , leaving her mind as she tilts her head to the side .  all ianthina had now was amusement towards how she was approached .    ❛ would you stop taking jabs on my height and help me out .  i can’t reach the jar up there and i need help , please ?  ❜

               “ and i’ll have YOU know that you're not that easy to make fun of, so give me some of the satisfaction of a reaction or something — at least. ” the simple hi’s and hello’s were incredibly boring for daehwan, he found nothing more satisfying than to treat someone with friendliness —— which would also often come off as snark and sarcasm. he’s met ianththina only in a small encounter, but seen her quite a few times in passing.especially considering his few and far-fetched trips to Minuit, where his skeptic curiosity began to boil. he'd been visiting to make sure she remembers his face, maybe not now — but as some point she's going to be annoyed by how often she sees him. call it CURIOSITY, he's defining this as a kind of — skeptic superstition.daehwan presented a snarky grin as he reached up and grabbed a small jar from the top shelf. he decided that it would be best to change the subject to his actual curiosities that prompted him to walk into the shop more than once. " how many customers do you even get in a week? "

[ssunwukong-blog]

; continued from HERE. 

The icy frost wrapped its disgusting form around everything. All things had a shimmering sheen under the WEAK moonlight from above. Why did the winter last so long? It was almost enough of an annoyance that thinking back about his first punishment of being boiled for 49 days, was something that he could almost be SENTIMENTAL about. His fur coat provided little to no warmth as he wrapped it around himself before getting into the elevator. As the doors finally smoothly slid open and he stepped into the hallway, Oh-Gong managed to take two steps before stopping. 

A STENCH had embedded itself into the air around him, sniffing once, and then sniffing twice he couldn't help the GRIN that crossed his features. It would seem there was a new guest. Walking inside he made sure to throw off his coat over the bull statue before finding his way, not that it was difficult with the droplets of blood leading him to the kitchen. "Please, go ahead. Make yourself at home, there are some energy beads in the second drawer down there, you can take one to heal yourself." He had no idea who she was if Ma Wang knew her, but that wasn't really important right now, could she be useful? Now that was very important to HIM.

[yongguknightwalker]

“I can’t believe this actually happened to me.”

Coal eyes glazed over her softened form, crumpled together in a semblance of remorse. “It did, didn’t it? Best to get on with it now, lass. There’s an eternity before you, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible. There are plenty of things lurking in the dark to end us. Don’t show so much weakness.”

[mxrtifero]

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It feels like it's been a  C E N T U R Y  since she last seen her beloved Ianthia ;  she expected to be met with a lot of challenges throughout their relationship but never this. In a night they’ve shared, drunk off red wine, Ianthina blurted out that she was a virgin causing the demoness to both laugh her lungs out and give a blurred face of disbelief. She recalls thinking in the back of her mind ‘who the hell wouldn’t want a piece of this hot thing?’ as she gazed back at Ianthina but apparently, it wasn’t being about being attractive or not. Although she vaguely remembers that night, she can remember that piece of information clearly and first times were meant to be special not ones that happened on  hot whims  and  sexual frustration.

Being well-aware of that and not wishing their first time together to be one like any other that she spends with another, she’s been avoiding Ianthina only because resisting her becomes the hardest task when she’s around. Its as if those dark eyes of hers had a mind of theirs, falling onto the witch’s soft labials whenever she spoke or whenever she looked away from her. She’s been involving herself in demonic duties, a bit too much than she’s required to perhaps. When she no longer has the energy or time to carry own her deeds as the princess of hell, she spends her day in bed either  p l e a s i n g  herself to get rid of the excess sexual energy torturing her or smoke and drink herself unconscious.

❛  Hey, your witch girlfriend is here  ❜  Her uncle, Satae, announces from her bedroom’s door, a soft smirk drawn on his freckled features as she leant against the door frame. Easy to say, he caught all of her attention. In mere seconds, she’s sitting up with eyes wide as the moon and her hand holding the duvet firmly against her bare chest   ━━   she’s been naked in bed for at least two days by now and she has no intention on getting up. ❛  Did you invite her, you fucking jerk ?  ❜ She hisses at him. He raises his hands in the air and shrug, ❛  Wasn’t me, she came on her own  ❜ He says and walks out the room, allowing the witch to walk in. The demoness is embarrassed to be seen like this, its clear that she hasn’t moved the least in the past two days and anyone can tell from the ashtray filled with the ashes of at least two packs and the two bottles of whiskey accompanied by a single bottle of vodka along a shot glass. ❛  Oh god  ❜  She stuffed her face into the duvet and fell back, completely hidden under the thick duvet.

[93hsk-blog]

                SEND ‘🔺’ + A COLOR FOR A COLOR BOARD OF OUR MUSES                 accepting!! // @flvwersng ;  ❝Green is the prime color of the world                  and that of from which its loveliness arises.❞

[fadingblues-blog1]

   continued from  here  with @flvwersng.

                to that , ianthina could drink to if she had a drink at hand .  sadly , the witch as on duty tonight looking after her club .  and the man that was currently looking like if he was sulking and drinking his problems away was someone that was starting to become a regular in the supernatural club ianthina owned.  to say at the least , he had his own private booth within minuit for whenever he did drop by  .  KING – that’s how she knew him .  how everyone knew him .   ❛   should i start telling soohyuk to cut the drinks off for you tonight , cher ?   ❜  there’s worry laced with her words – looking over at the features of the male no younger than the witch herself , monitoring his behavior .

❛   should i question the reason behind the sudden ‘fuck love’ outburst ?   ❜

    king stares down at his cup,  lips pursed together in a  thin  line.  usual stoic face is stone set in an expression that conveys concern.  man of  voidless  emotions drowning in one brought on by the  aftermath  of one too many drinks.  eyes of usual oceanic and clear blue lift to meet ianthina’s gaze,  that clear blue darkened like a harsh ocean storm.   ­­❛ i’d just go to my own club for them.  i’m fine,  just stating facts.  can you bring me a vodka straight,  doll? ❜   king inquires sweetly,  words coated in honey as lips crack a small smile.

[luxinexitium]

@flvwersng:

                r e c k l e s s   is more like it   —  but the (  small  )  creature trembling within her safety was all that mattered to the wiccan .  the   burning   sensation of the scrapes were nothing compared to what the poor puppy could have gone through in the hands of winter and the tight space of the drainage .  covered from head to toe of probable filth ; ianthina’s nose scrunched with the scent that clung to her as she looked up at her comrade with worried eyes .   ❛   it’s not bravery , just doing the right thing , mon cher, but still i think we should go find a vet where we can drop this little guy off . we can’t leave him out here.   ❜   

they’re both a mess, lit up in christmas lights of mud and grime and who knows what else, but this is familiar territory for kyungsoo. he can’t count how many times he’s been in similar situations, wedging himself into the city’s crevices to save helpless creatures, but he has no clue if the same could be said for the woman before him. whichever it may be, kyungsoo is certain that this can’t be a common hobby for anyone, and it’s that thought that has him motioning for the stranger to follow him. “i think i know just the place. luckily it’s not too far from here.” and then, belatedly-- “oh, i’m kyungsoo, by the way.”

[eternalfed]

“Here’s to getting rich and fat and dying in the arms of a beautiful woman.”

@flvwersng ♰ beyond dusk and dawn ♰ accepting !!

     HE LIKES THE WAY SHE THINKS, can’t fight the curve of a smirk threatening to break features at the mere thought her sudden salut conjures up. jiho could do without dying in the arms of a woman, beautiful or otherwise, but the rest ?? that would be a more than satisfactory way to meet his demise ( as his end won’t be anything but a demise, bloody and painful, the only proper way to end this endless life ). amused chuckle settles in throat as he lifts the wine glass in hand, liquid too dark to be just alcohol, meeting her cheers with a nod of approval and a sanguine laugh. it's a pipe dream, her cheers, but it's always amusing to entertain such hopeful thoughts.

     “what a way to go.” the only way to go, the vampire supposes, otherwise this life would have been pointless if not lived to its fullest. slow sip is taken from the wine glass, a burn that eased the ache in throat, in pit of stomach, satisfied sigh tripping off tongue as wine glass is pulled from lips. “tell me, dear – do you think you’ll live long enough to see that end?” it’s a morbid question, despite the vague words he’s chosen; he knows he will never see that end, will only see an end drenched in crimson, shot through with hurt, perhaps burned in flames if he’s angered the wrong person, but he’s curious to see if the witch is optimistic ( if she believes she’s already on her way to fulfilling that cheers ).

[thcrnedcrown-blog]

"☼" ( looks off to the sunset — for abaddon )

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... to yours giving my muse a strip tease

THEIR LIPS CLASHED against each other in a heated way. To the point that Abaddon bit down on Ian's lip enough to taste some blood of hers in his mouth. He would feel sorry but his mind was clouded and in a completely different place right now. This was for sure. He wanted her. And right now it had nothing to do with any kind of love he felt for her. No, it was nothing but simple sexual desire. He wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her. Nothing else mattered right now. And he couldn't help it but feel a certain rush growing from his own desire. Albeit, it seemed like Ian had different plans right now.           Her slender hands pushed against his chest and Abaddon tumbled back until he felt the bed in the hollow of his knee and sat down on the soft mattress. Before he could even complain about how Ian took a step back the beautiful woman started to remove her clothes. She stared at him when she started to slowly open the bottom of her blouse. She stared directly into his eyes and Abaddon wish he could say he had the self-control to look back at her but the moment her silken skin was revealed his gaze slipped down. He let his gaze brushed over her cleavage down to her stomach while she let the fabric of her blouse slip down from her arms. Ian let her fingers dance of her naked skin, let her finger hook underneath her waistband and Abaddon bit down on his lower lip. She teased him. She made him insane. Her fingers worked on the bottom and pulled the zipper slowly down. The angel took a deep breath and let his chest expand. She was so breathtaking. The jeans slowly slipped down and revealed her thighs, her long legs. And eventually, she was only dressed in her lingerie. The black lace revealing a lot but not enough to actually see something. Abaddon was out of breath. She took his breath away.          The angel reached out with his hand, waited for her to take it before he pulled her towards him. He would do the rest. Standing in front of him Abaddon leant forward and pressed his lips against the skin of her stomach whilst his fingers hooked around the fabric of her lace panties to pull it slowly down. He worshipped her body and he would treat her like this. How she deserved it.

[spoiledsovls]

‘ 420 stands for “4got 2 0pologize” ’

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“more like, it’s time to get stoned so i can forget about everythin’.” she answers back, not wanting to bring up the problem. it was already inconvenient as it was-- and if hyejung just had some marijuana in her system...

it wasn’t as if she needed it, but now that she knew the feeling of being high-- it just led her to use it as an escape from reality since one) it hurt less than drinking and two) from her knowledge, it doesn’t kill like cigarettes do. she then shrugs, trying her best to avoid the situation. sure, it was a dick move but the person who threw snow at ian’s face and then proceeded to insult her didn’t stop hyejung from yelling at the little kid. ian did what-- nothing? to the kid and she gets thrown all these nasty words that she didn’t deserve. “who cares if they’re a fuckin’ kid. that kid needs t’learn how t’be mature at their age-- i don’t give a shit if he’s six. he’s growin’ an’ he’s learnin’. the only exception i made was that my fist didn’t connect with his jaw. ‘cos y’know. he’s a kid. m’tired of kids getting’ passes for shit we would be in way more trouble as older people for doin’. i hate those ‘they’re kids, they’re immature.’ yet if this bitch-- oh excuse me, kid, was around my age or yours, their fuckin’ behavior wouldn’t be tolerated. get it? m’not gonna fuckin’ apologize. jus’ leave it be. i don’t care if he’s cryin’. boo fuckin’ hoo.”

[bcyqod-blog]

❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞

a hundred random starters ( accepting. )

        ❛   Um– ❜   The photographer is at a loss for words, not expecting the woman to BOLDLY ask him such a thing so easily. Was his company that confusing? River idly brushes his bangs from his face, clearing his throat and widening his eyes for a second.  ❛   I…don’t think I’ll be of any help to you? But I’ll try to help if I can. ❜