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hiatus !

&&. as my motivation to be here is pretty DAMN low, like really. Though, I’ve decided, considering my muse for Minhee is always like REALLY, REALLY HIGH, I will give her her own account, which should be up somewhen the following days; if you want the URL write me so I can give it to you once the blog’s up! In the meantime, feel free to hit me up on aim! @prinzessin.png

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Thank you very much!

&&. you’re so very welcome, dearest!

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█ ✕ unknown.

❝ Oh love, too bad I am meant to go to hell or else I would definitely take that offer. ❞ 

   ❝  whoever told you that. pretty faces don’t go to hell, it’d be a WASTE.     I can put you through hell too, though. If that is what you desire. ❞

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                        █ ✕ @kihonklee.

        ❝ but baby I’m the one who left you, you’re NOT the one who left me.❞

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                          █ ✕ @kxmxjxnhee.

        ❝  && if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight. ❞

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what is that font you use in the tags?

&&. IT’S PRETTY AIN’T IT.  i love it. http://www.messletters.com/de/ –    I got it here, it’s the first one,   what it’s exact name is or where else to get it.. no clue,           but that shall be good enough of an answer, I hope– 

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moerder

( ✖ ) — JOO WON COULD feel her eyes on him, but it had no effect on him emotionally. However, he did notice something different about her, judging her words and gestures, he knew better than to trigger the girl into something more. Her aura was different in comparison to other people that he had met. She bloomed with confidence, the glimpse in her eye was no joke. Therefore, he stayed quiet, allowed her to finish speaking out of respect. On the other hand, he had not expected her to bring up the subject of sex, a light chuckle left his lips. Even though she was what people would consider, intimidating, he still believed he had the upper hand. He tighten the grip of his weapon and held it tightly, still hiding it from her. Joowon was not the one to let his guard down that fast, at least not in this situation. But, instead of talking back, he decided to respond to her instead and reply her honestly.

« I can feel the luck, it is embracing me like a warm hug, »

HE SPOKE QUIETLY, her mild threat was nothing, as she also had a victim by hand. Even though he was confident enough to do it by himself, exploring on his own. He had learnt by now that having someone beside him and guiding him or allow him to paint his masterpiece on their skin, helped him a lot more. A slight look of panic and confusion were properly visible on his features. However, there was still a glimpse of curiosity in his eyes and a confident grin was planted across his face. She was curious as what he was going to do with the victim, and he was curious what she was going to do with hers. A mutual feeling could always turn out well. Therefore, he stretched his hand out and towards the struggling person in her tight hold. After, he made a hand gesture and a light bow as if to welcome them into his household and take a seat.

« Why don’t you make the poor child more comfortable, and I will let you know everything you desire, »

        Believing her father being scared had NEVER been in her nature. On a scale from one to ten she was a ten, when it came to both -- looks and the ability to kill and torture people. The whole package Lailah seemed to offer was PERFECT. If the king-god Hades himself said that she was as close to perfection as one could get how could she not have ended up with an ego as high as the mountains? Her head was always stuck in the sky, always looking down on those humans and poor demi-gods who seemed to believe they were so strong. On a scale humans are a mere 2.5, the only reason they are allowed to act like a 5 is their technology, their weapons, without that they might still live in caves, having to be scared of predators such as little lions, tigers, & all the other beings on this planet who could easily rip apart a human. She is lost in those thoughts, Lailah can feel her gaze stuck on him, visibly in another dimension -- though, despite that, if he’d attack she’d still be fast enough to do something. It was a gift. Her whole being flicks back to reality as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the eerie silence that had lasted for only a matter of seconds after she had finished her sentence. It is not a surprise that he tries to keep his voice down, he does not seem intimidated like all those others, but yet careful. As if he knows that she was DANGER. He was clever, trying to bond with her over the apparent mutual interest for torture, rather than attacking her and making her his victim as well -- which, of course, would fail terribly. Her blood-red tinted lips turn into a grin, eyes flicking over to his male victim for a second, eyes scanning the area for another chair -- it stood there. Barely ever touched a meter or so away from the already taken one. A thankful nod is offered to the stranger, & without further wait she pulls her victim along to the free chair, almost throwing HER onto it, leaning in as her hands press her arms to the arm rests of the chair. ❝ Darling, see, you won’t have to suffer alone -- isn’t that.. marvelous? ❞ A low chuckle escapes her as the left hand reaches for the rope, tightly tying the victim to the chair, as that task is done, the demi-goddess reaches into her pockets, taking out handcuffs -- just in case, they dangle in front of the scared womans face. ❝ If you don’t behave they’ll come to use, you hear me? ❞ With that the female turns on her heels to offer her full attention back to the other, head tipping to the side, grin growing wider, arms crossing above her chest.  

    ❝ So. We’re all set. Start with the details.  ❞

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!!!

&&. I have/had the day off & have like SO MUCH muse for  Minhee   ( as per usual, my lil violent daughter of hades ) so  pretty please like for a lyric based one liner starter from her? You’d make me very happy!!

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█ ✕ samuel.

           ❛     —– i was kind of hoping you’d pay. sorry. like i said,            i don’t do dates. nor do i pay for someone else’s food.     ❜                                      —– ah, yes. a true gentleman.

     ❝ this is R I D I C U L O U S. paying has nothing, i  REPEAT, nothing          to do with a date whatsoever. do i look as if i got any money on me? ❞ -- oh yes. she was mad, how dare he pissing off   HYPNOS daughter,  if she could she’d just .. set him to sleep, for a day. or two, A WEEK, at its best. she glares now, arms stubbornly crossing above her chest.        ❝ well, you’ve got to pay. simply because we ORDERED food, && i           have no money, too bad. ❞

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█ ✕ pretty dancer.

eyes scanned the female’s features from head to toe, stopping at opposite lips, a smile curling upon her own. such a luscious pair couldn’t be forgotten about so easily. ❝ah. that strange girl from the club, that was you, mh?❞ she nodded her head. ❝the thing they always say seems to be right after all. you always meet twice in life.❞ and meeting this woman another time could only fill zaara’s life with more joy. ❝so what brings you here all alone? isn’t it too dangerous for you to be on your own?❞

     ❝ positive. wouldn’t call me STRANGE girl though,  sam is quite alright with me.  ❞         despite her expression remaining  somewhat serious there is pure happiness bubbling inside her,  as this girl,  the pretty dancer, had been one of the first people  she had spoken to -- or..   had contact to after having returned  to this hell-hole we call earth.       her head gives a nod -- now  pretty lips are being turned into a cheeky smile,        shoulders  rolling into a slight shrug -- d a n g e r o u s.     if anything was  dangerous here it was sam herself.    ❝ oh no, babygirl. i know how to protect myself, can you say the same?     considering.. you’re alone, too.       what would happen if one bad, bad guy came out of the alley way all of sudden? ❞

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SEND IN ☽ FOR A MOODBOARD OF OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP.

                      ↺ — let’s make this fun, shall we? - ( Joowon x @pastellism [Minhee] )

❝ They laugh at me    because I’m different.    I laugh at them    because they are all the same .❞

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important note!

&&. i honestly wish i were able to do replies--  but i am pretty much  a wreck, all my muscles hurt & i am constantly tired.        but well-- i  mean, no wonder. i start at 9am and then spend 7 hours out in the cold, cleaning boxes and carrying heavy stuff & whatnot, along with helping kids to get their horses ready if they can’t do it on their own,  it really tires my out. don’t get me wrong-- it’s like a DREAM job, &&  i totally already fell in love with some horses, quite a few,    actually,  but i am just much too tired to do any replies at the moment,    i will  get to a few whenever i find the time/motivation,        but as of now,  please expect low activity from me for a while!

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&&. *insert a casual breakdown here* i gotta sleep early because i have my first day @ work tomorrow, and i am honestly so nervous  i threw up around five times already,    + it’s already midnight so i should probably sleep so i’m in like a good mood--      i need to impress after all considering the job is not safe yet & i have to fight a few other girls -- haha, fuck my life. 

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█ ✕ unknown.

She spat on him, the gall of this woman. 

Her attitude, this fearlessness and anger on the face of death. Jungkook would never show it, but if a demon could squeal he would be doing it right now, a form of delight bubbling in his stomach at seeing such a daring personality. 

“If the consequences of winning and losing are the same then what’s the point of playing?” He listens to her go on about how disgusting he is, he relish in the way she taunts him, egg him to shoot her faster, ridicule him without a thought of fear of her life evident in her words. 

She’s one of a kind she is, probably one of those that have nothing else to lose, probably those who seek trouble because life offers them nothing. It’s a shame, this demon would love to befriend such an enticing lady. “It’s so nice of you to think that.” He said, pressing the muzzle of his gun to her forehead. “You’re the first one who says that I look that innocent.” He said, before pulling the trigger.  

          Her words had all along just been her way of getting him to pull the trigger, to end things without further games, as Eunkyung is too tired of this BULLSHIT. If dying, then quickly, there was enough suffering she had gone through already. Death was supposed to be.. freedom. It was supposed to be the last step before eternal peace. God, Eunkyung, you’re kidding yourself. How was going to hell being considered peace in any way ? 

She moves slightly, it’s really just the slightest movement to the left -- she is not trying to get away, she wants him to SHOOT. & if he thinks she was about to just leave and perhaps be a danger to him he’d do it. No ? Her heart is pounding against her chest in such fast pace, it wouldn’t be a surprise to her if she’d die due to it j u m p i n g out just like that. 

Nose scrunches up in distaste, letting out a sarcastic sounding laugh. ❝ Aren’t you well mannered. You’re welcome, asshole. ❞, she mutters the words out, blood being spit out of her mouth -- damn, getting beaten up had never been one of her favorite things. The metallic taste of blood was GROSS as fuck. Before she can even complain further about him being too much of a scaredy cat to do anything it happens. The last thing she hears is the loud BANG, and her body falls back. Lifeless. & next thing she knows is waking up in a cell, surrounded by screams, & loud whining, pain, suffering. 

                 So. That’s hell. 

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                       █ ✕ @kayya.

            Many years back -- around ten or so, perhaps more, Ayato & Sayuri had met, almost bonding immediately, becoming the best of friends at young age. It had always been a hard task for their parents to seperate the two of them. Sayuri always having been her rather careless self she’d get the two of them in trouble, ending with either of the two being grounded for weeks. It’s been a fun time, overall. Despite the countless times yelling happened due to Sayuri pulling Ayato into misery with her. Their friendship had soon broken, however. High School started & slowly they’d drift apart, until -- they stopped talking to each other alltogether. It’s been that way until today.  Sayuri had her boyfriend, her friends -- she was one of the rather popular kids, but this night -- at around 10PM -- she did what she used to do all the way back in the day, she crawled out of her window, climbed up the tree & swiftly entered his room through -- right -- the window, now standing in his room, eyes scanning it. It had changed a lot since she has last been here. So there she stands next to his bed, clearing her throat loudly, ❝ Ayato. A y a t o. HEY. Wake up. ❞, the ghoul almost shouts her words, hand coming to tap his shoulder repeatedly. 

     ❝ Come on now, I NEED your help. ❞

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