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criedpowers‌:

          the early morning breeze and  aching  sunshine woke mal, his window propped open from the night before as he took  puffs  from a pen filled with  sweet dreams.  he groaned when he opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them, and even  more so  when he swung his legs out of bed and stretched. he hadn’t bothered to put on  more  that what he was already wearing — the basketball shorts not leaving much to the  imagination,  but he guessed that others were still asleep. it appeared he guessed  wrong.  he took a glance at the girl sitting at the table, knowing who it was  immediately.  they called her nyx.  mal was still unsure if he was  afraid  or impressed by her ; he had seen her take out men  twice  her size. he gave her a twitch of a smile as he started on his breakfast, pressing play on a podcast and turning on the stove.

(  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 … @halfhelll  )

josefine  was  the  type  of  girl  that  did  not  function  well  without  routine.  she  had  established  a  timetable  from  a  young  age  that  did  not  allow  spontaneity  ,  because  she  was  certain  that  any  uncalculated  risks  would  make  her  CRASH & BURN  ,   like  her  father.  wednesdays  ,  if  there  was  no  heist  ,  were  a  simple  day  for  josefine.  work  out.  shower.  chocolate chip  waffles  for  breakfast.  write  a  few  poems  ,  window  shop  somewhere  in  town  or  go  to  a  park  (  she  did  allow  for  some  variance  in  her  routine  ,  however  strict  )  ,  make  dinner  ,  eat  ,  meditate  ,  sleep.  so  far  ,  she’d  made  it  to  step  THREE  :  chocolate  chip  waffles  for  breakfast.  she  was  about  two  bites  in  ,  holding  the  first  waffle  (  naked  ,  no  syrup  )  ,  in  her  hands  ,  when  another  person  entered  the  area.  his  name  ,  both  real  and  code  ,  escaped  her  ,  but  she  automatically  noticed  that  he  did  not  have  enough  home  training  to  make  himself  decent  before  coming  into  the  commons  of  their  large  ,  shared  home.  still  ,  she  tried  not  to  judge  anyone.  she  had  her  faults  ,  too.  however  ,  the  audio  that  blared  from  his  phone  moments  later  immediately  pushed  all  of  her  buttons  at  once.  she  spoke  OUT  automatically  ,  accent  thick  with  irritation.  “  hey  ,  pretty  boy  ,  you  ain’t  never  heard  of  some  airpods  ?  ”

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lethalgem‌:

                                        ��  the woman’s response to yoori mistakenly taking her for his boyfriend is quite      clear    .   before he knows it ,   before he manages to    process    the fact that the small woman in front of him is not ,     in fact ,     the man yoori has found himself falling for  ,    he’s stumbling backwards ,   tripping over thin air      & .     loosing balance .   a moment later ,    the dark - haired  distractor  of yokai finds himself spawled across the freshly polished floor ,   a peculiar     buzzing     in his ear and a twinge of pain in the side of his face .    from the amount of intoxicants he’s consumed   ??      from hitting his head against the ground a bit      too hard     ??       it remains a mystery .

                                              lids struggling to remain open ,  a grimace displayed across his countenance ,  he brings a lithe hand to the side of his head ,  the   liquor   residing within him making his motions    slow    .          “      fu - . .   fuck ,   jesus ,    relax .        “         comes a mutter ,  manifestly   irritated   with the elder’s response .           “      m’sorry ,   ‘kay    ??        “    .

she’s  aware  of  the  red  that  SPECKLES  her  vision  ,  and  she  takes  a  step  back  so  she  won’t  cross  a  line.  she  could  feel  the  rage  that  burns  in  her  veins  ,  wanting  to  tear  them apart  for  touching  her  —  but  she  had  to  keep  that  side  of  herself  in  control.  they  were  part  of  the  SAME  team  ,  and  causing  a  scene  by  yelling  at  them  in  front  of  everyone  would  not  do  her  any  favors.  she  wanted  to  belong  ,  she  wanted  to  fit  in  ,  two  things  she  had  never  done  before.  hazel  eyes  flicker  around  nervously.  were  people  staring  at  them  ?  had  she  ruined  everything  ?  should  she  have  let  yoori  touch  her  ,  and  laughed  it  off  once  they  realized  she  wasn’t  their  boyfriend  ?  she  isn’t  sure  ,  and  panic  rises  in  her  throat  like  BILE.  she  doesn’t  recognize  the  insecure  little  girl  who  stands  over  the  person  she  just  knocked  down. 

“  relax  ?  “  she  echoes  ,  voice  lifting  an  octave  before  she  swallows  ,  hard  ,  forcing  the  outrage  down.  “  whatever.  keep  your  hands  to  yourself.  i  don’t  know  what  made  you  think  i  was  your  BOYFRIEND  ,  but  it  must  be  some  good  shit.  “  she  rolls  her  eyes  ,  then  ,  and  watches  them  with  a  severe  quirk  of  one  eyebrow  ,  not  offering  to  help  them  up.

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devrghoul‌:

       home. he’s returned. although hes not quite with his grandparents- theres comfort being under the same stars.

those thoughts prevailed. clouding the freedom hes rewarded and he decides to escape from the mischief that was becoming. additionally, he had enough of its drinks. consuming more than he could handle ( but when people yell shots, which poor bum could reject ) huan desired isolation. which skips to the current time- and why he’s walking up a flight of suspicious stairs. the male notices the bold labels. ‘ trespass. off-limits. ’ all mere signs that do nothing more than encourage him. & when he’s faced with two large doors, a lock between them, a scoff spills his lips.

unfortunate for them. the male digs in his sweater pockets, pulling out a small metal rod thats connected to his lanyard of keys. it takes more time that he would like to admit- but that was reasonable for such a luxurious place. plus … he’s somewhat drunk and thats his justified excuse, okay. though finally there’s a click. & huan doesn’t wait as he pulls open the doors, revealing the hotel’s rooftop. just what he wanted.

after  being  left  behind  by  her  closest  friend  ,  eden  ,  and  groped  by  a  sloppy  yoori  ,  jo  was  on  the  hunt  for  some  fresh  fucking  air.  parties  were  never  her  scene  —  but  she’d  been  trying  DESPERATELY  to  make  friends  ,  so  she  had  attended  anyway.  big  mistake.  exploring  the  halls  of  the  penthouse  led  her  to  the  rooftop  door  :  bingo.  however  ,  she  could  tell  right  away  that  they’d  been  tampered  with  ,  which  piqued  her  curiosity  ,  although  she  was  a  LITTLE annoyed  that  she  wouldn’t  get  the  rooftop  to  herself.

still  ,  she  moved  through  the  doorway  anyway  ,  squinting  in  the  darkness  as  she  looked  for  what  she  assumed  would  be  another  person.  it  was  ghoul  ,  she  recognized  when  she  spotted  him.  huan  ,  she  was  pretty  sure  ,  was  his  real  name.  the  burglar.  she  didn’t  exactly  know  him  well  ;  then  again  ,  she  didn’t  REALLY  know  anyone.  “  if  you’re  going  to  break  into  a  restricted  area  ,  you  could  at  least  hide  the  evidence.  “  she  ATTEMPTS  to  joke  ,  holding  the  broken  padlock  between  her  fingers.  “  you’re  not  gonna  jump  ,  right  ?  enough  shit’s  going  on  as  it  is.  ”

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Zoey Deutch as Erica Vandross in “Flower” (2017) dir. Max Winkler.

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lethalgem‌:

╰   open starter .   (  for the event ,  )

                                   "       ba -    babe ,  babe ,   c’mon . .       “         lithe ,  jeweled fingers tug on the thick fabric of     (      who the ebony - haired stripling supposes to be     )       his taller lover’s shirt ,   whom yoori ,   besotted  ,   has found himself growing more     & .     more enchanted by  each day   .   at last ,   the fallen angel has found his    demon  .   wine - stained lips graze against the curve of their neck ,   mellow ,   saccharine ,   giggles cascading from the rose ,  plush brims like a     waterfall of champagne   .        “      c’mon ,   we should do it   here ,   s’gonna be fun . .         “       a graceless hand works its way to    reece’s    crotch ,   amorous ,  desirous .    he retracts  to ,   perhaps ,  press the silky ,  rose - tinted lips to theirs ,  chase the   brush of their tongue  ,   but before any of that can happen ,   hues of brown lands on their countenance .  

                                  “       o -   oh ,   shit ,         “      the realization seeps in ,  mirthful ,  amused ,  as he draws back     & .     allows yet another giggle to emit his mouth .           “        you’re     not      reece .  fuck -    i almost got on my knees .          “       .  

she  kind  of  regrets  any  internal  monologue  wishing  to  be  noticed  from  earlier  in  the  NIGHT  ,  because  now  that  she’s  got  some  attention  ,  she  wants  it  to  stop.  yoori.  she’s  spoken  all  of  five  words  ,  maybe  ,  to  them  ,  and  now  —  well.  she  isn’t  fond  of  being  touched  in  general  ,  but  she  knows  everyone  else  at  the  party  is  drunk  or  high  or  some  combination  of  the  two  ,  and  she  doesn’t  want  to  RUFFLE any  feathers  when  she’s  new  to  the  crew  and  doesn’t  really  have  many  friends.

so  ,  she  attempts  to  just  shrug  the  other  of  when  they  kiss  her  neck  ,  to  shove  them  away  when  they  tug  her  shirt  ,  but  the  other ,  clearly  mistaking  her  to  be  their  boyfriend  ,  is  quite  clingy.  the  FINAL  straw  ,  though  ,  is  the  wondering  hand  that  brushes  the  front  of  her  skirt  ,  causing  her  to  shove  them  ,  hard  ,  when  they  retract  ,  realizing  she  is  not  their  lover.  it’s  hard  enough  to  make  a  sturdy  ,  sober  person  fall  —  so  yoori  probably  does  more  than  that.  “  oh  shit  is  right  ,  ”  she  says  ,  louisiana  drawl  leaking  into  her  foreign  speech.  “  the HELL is  wrong  with  you  ?  stop  fuckin’  touchin’  people.  you  need  to  go  to  bed.  ”

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archvngels‌:

          jonah  had  been  sitting  on  a  plush  sofa  nursing  a  flute  of  champagne,  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other  in  a  polite  manner  while  wearing  a  perfectly  tailored  suit  —  the  epitome  of  class  and  sophistication.  although  the  man  may  appear  as  if  he  belonged,  it  was  moments  like  this  when  he  was  surrounded  by  the  people  a  decade  younger that  he   felt  as  if  he  stood  out  the  most.  he’d  constantly  been  scanning  the  room  for  jaime,  or  even  gabe  to  rescue  him  from  the  drunk  children  prancing  around  the  room  acting  as  if  it  were  a  college  fraternity  party.  he’s  too  uncomfortable  to  even  notice  at  first  that  someone  moved  beside  him,  only  glancing  at  them  for  a  second  before  awkwardly  returning  his  gaze  to  his  drink.

jo  kind  of  wishes  she  had  stayed  in  her  suite  ,  ordered  some  delivery  ,  and  called  it  a  night.  she’s  not  one  to  long  for  attention  ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  she  enjoys  sitting  on  the  SIDELINES  ,  either.  it  hasn’t  been  an  easy  adjustment.  not  only  is  she  new  to  the  crew,  but  she’s  also  the  youngest  ,  and  she’s  still  getting  a  handle  on  using  the  language.  she’s  thankful  that  she  took  all  those  classes  ,  but  they  only  do  so  much.  she  doesn’t  even  realize  someone  else  is  on  the  sofa  when  she  takes  a  seat  —  too  wrapped  up  in  her  own  thoughts  to  notice.  however  ,  they  glance  at  each  other  at  the  same  time  and  now  it’s  PAINFULLY  awkward.  go  figure  ,  she’s  taken  a  seat  next  to  jonah  ,  someone  nearly  twenty  years  older  than  her  ,  with  whom  she  had  never  spoken.  “  sorry  ,  ”  she  says  immediately,  scooting  over  further  on  the  sofa  to  put  even  more  space  between  them  ,  although  she  hadn’t  really  been  intruding  in  the  first  place.  she  brought  her  glass  of  water  to  her  lips  again  and  STUDIED  the  other  people  in  the  room  with  clear  eyes  ,  wondering  what  it  was  like  to  participate  in  the  drunken  ,  stupid  antics  that  her  coworkers  were  currently  involved  in.  “  do  you  think  they  have  to  get  drunk  ?  to  have  fun  ?  ”

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criedpowers‌:

       this was the life eden had  always  dreamed about. in her ironed school uniform sitting at a polished desk, in a building where spanish moss dripped from the red brick ; she dreamed of glamour and glitz. before they landed in hong kong, eden was unsure if this was where she belonged. she felt increasingly out of place. but with a designer dress clinging to her body and a fresh pair of louboutin heels on her feet, she felt as if this was her  destiny.  it also helped that her own slice of home was by her side.  ❝ jo!  we need more champagne, do you think we need more champagne?  or should we do shots?  this is a decision weighing  heavily  on my mind. ❞  the alcohol spoke for eden, bubbling up laughs every now and then.

 ( 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 … @halfhelll )

josefine  had  decided  to  attend  this  little  shindig  for  one  reason  and  one  reason  only  —  to  watch  everyone  else  get  drunk  and  make  GODDAMN  fools  outta  themselves.  she  was  still  new  to  the  crew  ,  had  yet  to  make  many  friends  or  find  her  place.  most  of  the  time  ,  she  felt  like  she  just  didn’t  fit  in.  maybe  she  was  too  ROWDY  ,  maybe  she  was  too  rough  around  the  edges.  maybe  she  just  wasn’t  tough  enough  ;  she  didn’t  know.  her  glass  was  filled  with  water  ,  and  she  shifted  her  weight  in  her  thigh  high  boots  ,  watching  her  buddy  eden  ,  who  had  STARS  in  her  eyes  and  booze  in  her  system.  “  eden  ,  i’m  doin’  any  drinkin’  tonight  ,  i  told  ya  that  already.  ”  she  smiles  a  little  in  spite  of  herself  ,  “  so  you  go on  ‘n  pick  what’cha  wanna  drink  and  i’ll  observe.  ”  she  FUSSES  a  little  ,  with  the  tight  top  knot  on  her  head  ,  and  considers  letting  her  hair  down.  not  yet.  “  but  i  think  you’re  a  little  more  fun  when  you’re  drinkin’  champagne.  “

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whaddup it’s me robyn again ( 22 / she & her / cst ) bringing another lady muse to the yokai ~ this is JOSEFINE but she goes by JO and this is her mask. more about her is under the cut !! pls plot w her she has NOTHING so far tbh. HEART THIS && I’ll come into your dms/disco to plot !! it’s kinda long tbh TW: alcoholism, abuse, murder, ptsd, and general violence. 

overview

name:   josefine “jo” prior

alias:   nyx

age:   eighteen

sign:   aries

gender:  cisfemale

sexuality:  bicurious / heterosexual

birthplace:   new orleans, louisiana

current  residence:   tokyo,  japan

occupation:   the crowd control

faceclaim:   zoey deutch

persona

label:   the  crimson

+ traits:  humorous, low maintenance, determined

— traits:   explosive, boisterous, untrusting

alignment:   chaotic neutral

mbti:   estp

hogwarts:   slytherin ( w some gryffindor )

anatomy

height:   168  cm.

weight:   66  kg.

build:   toned but femme

eye  color:   hazel

hair  color:   strawberry blonde  ( currently )

defining  features:  has 3 tattoos: the kanji symbol for ‘power’ on the back of her neck, a small crescent moon on her right wrist, and her mother’s birthday in roman numerals on her ribcage

physical  condition(s):   none

neurological  condition(s):   ptsd, blacks out from trauma/rage when repressed memories are recalled

brief overview

i was gonna write a whole ass bio for this, but i’m gonna save it for later !!

was born to aaron prior (raised jewish, stopped believing) and eloise foret-prior (french-cajun, from old money, married him against her parents wishes) in a small town outside new orleans.

mom was a preschool teacher, dad worked in a factory. eloise’s parents gave them a generous financial wedding gift but said that was the last financial support they’d receive from them. they were adults.

aaron developed a dependence on alcohol. he started out just being rougher in bed but began accusing eloise of cheating, screaming, throwing things at her, and occasionally being violent with her.

then she found out she was pregnant. she had a baby girl - named her josefine rochelle foret-prior. eloise & aaron raised her with as much love as they could find in their household, but neither of them made much money and aaron was blowing through the foret’s gift, spending it on booze.

josefine and her mother were very close. when her father drank, the two would stay in jo’s room and read books. her mom was very smart, so she spent a lot of time making sure jo was an intelligent girl. it was a successful effort, and she actually ended up skipping second grade.

when jo was in fifth grade, her world fell apart. her father hit a new low and got more drunk than he ever had. in a stupor, he accidentally killed eloise, shoved her too hard and she hit her head against a counter. he cleaned the mess and hid the body, told the authorities she must have finally worked up the courage to run off with the man she was having an affair with. there was no affair.

josefine saw the whole thing - and repressed it, repressed it, repressed it. she doesn’t remember any of it.

after this, aaron dropped the ‘functioning’ from ‘functioning’ alcoholic and his drinking stopped being just nights and weekends. he ended up losing his job at the warehouse and living on unemployment checks. they weren’t nearly enough, especially since he kept drinking.

middle school for josefine was just her keeping her head down and grieving for her mother. freshman year of high school, though, she found anger.

through high school she balanced being an honor’s student with her newfound hobby — underground fighting. she did well enough, maintaining a B average in her classes (which, while she did not know she’d need it later, did include japanese) and normally doing an effective job covering her bruises, so the teacher’s seldom asked about them.

graduated at 17 because of her grade-skipping, and spent the last year before she was finally a legal adult saving up money to move out. an ex-member of the yokai in the fighting scene told her about the crew, said if she made a name for herself in tokyo, she could get recruited, and never have to struggle again. she thought it was bullshit tho lmfao

five months ago, right after she turned 18, her dad died of a stroke. so she decided to take a risk and go to tokyo, booked a flight for the day after his funeral. 

she was in tokyo’s underground fight scene for 2 months before someone from the yokai heard of her and asked her to join, and she immediately accepted.

she’s been here for three months and is starting to adjust.

so for her personality.. generally she’s just a typical tomboy (even tho i hate that word). like she’s a bro and she’s a bit rowdy and low maintenance and a generally friendly person who likes to just have fun after like. having to work so hard for everything.

but like also she’s fiercely independent, and she can be a bit blunt or even harsh. i guess u could say she’s mean - but she’s just trying to be honest skjfhjfjh

she has a lot of darkness to her. not only does she kind of run on her anger in general but sometimes, when she’s fighting (underground or in a heist), if a guy gets in her face or aggressive or reminds her of her dad, she kind of blacks out and goes into a blind, violent rage. it also happens when like, she feels threatened. like she got mugged once and nearly beat the guy to death. nearly. she hasn’t killed anyone. yet.

she’s not sure if alcoholism has been passed to her but she does try to limit her drinking just in case it is. she does smoke a lot of weed tho. she’s not like a ‘pothead’ or whatever but she’d smoke socially. she doesn’t smoke cigarettes either bc she doesn’t want to have any ‘vices’ like her dad.

speaks english and japanese, but her japanese is not the best?? like. she learned this shit from high school classes and language apps and maybe some youtube videos. she’s not a prodigy like hyeyeon so she isn’t just flawlessly picking this up lmfao. still, she can have conversations, but she may forget words or have shitty grammar. she’s also picked up on a smidge of korean bc of how many korean ppl are in the crew.

hobbies: besides fighting she also likes reading (bc of her mom), and photography (she bought a camera w her first yokai payment). she’s really into outer space, and she loves animals. she loves to swim, and p much any other activity like hiking, rock climbing, biking, whatever. she also likes to paint but she doesn’t really have the patience so she doesn’t do it often.

anyways, she needs like everything so bls plot w her. okay ily bye.

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