#godsqeed

[riotingvinesarchived]

Tumblr had me rollin' my eyes. What kinda news is that? @godsqeed

[eterneli]

⁇ ✘ % ( yes i will get to my drafts soon don't judge xoxo )

TEXT MEME. | Accepting. (x)

“⁇” for a drunk text.

( sms – fucktard ) lsten here yu fkker i am kickn yyo( sms – fucktard ) asssss tomrrow( sms – fucktard ) don come to myy stdio evrr again( sms – fucktard ) wait fukk who is ths agin??11??( sms – fucktard ) casprr right???

“✘” for a hateful text.

( sms – fucktard ) I hope you die today in a very painful way.( sms – fucktard ) You are a disgrace to all humanity and the underworld.

“%” for a curious text.

( sms – fucktard ) Hey, asshole. Question.( sms – fucktard ) Are idiots like you born like this or do they gradually decay in life?( sms – fucktard ) It’s really important for scientific purposes and you’re a living subject.

[colourphone-blog]

godsqeed a réagi à votre billet: godsqeed a réagi à votre billet: i was watching...

I had my time where I was realllllly into kpop, but not even then was I that bad like can y'all just chill or what??? Lmao it just made me go like ‘k’

like ofc its totally okay to be really really into smth as long as its not hurtin you or others! liking a kind of music is completely fine lmao. but being one of those really aggressive fans who’ll literally hurt someone else over it, thats really crossing the line ;A;

[stilledsouls]

@godsqeed ( ✧ continued )

‘Classy, but I need to be there. Now.’ Fifteen minutes. It had taken exactly fifteen minutes for the door to have finally opened—and even then it had been Casper’s doing, not his. How? Quite the mystery, actually. Everything was spinning, the ground wouldn’t stop moving beneath his feet, and somehow he still had managed to pick the door’s lock. Whoa, he really was talented, wasn’t he? (or just very lucky to call Hermes his father)

A triumphant grin spreads across his face, index finger demonstratively pointing at the space behind the stranger. ‘You can tell me about this confrontation in a minute or two.’ No further explanation is needed when he stumbles to get past the male, managing to crash into him not only once, but twice. ‘Make that another two minutes. Can you move? I feel sick.’ His words come out slurred, and with how awful he was feeling, he was positive that there would be more coming out of his mouth than just some words alone. Perhaps not even Casper was immune to the consequences of alcohol, after all.

When the knob had failed to budge after being subjected to violent turns for the past ten minutes, Hanbyul finally realised that he was locked in. And yet the realisation did not upset him. No one could say he had not tried everything he could to attempt escape as an adult, and now it was probably time to move on. Some might have thought of dialling for assistance or creating a din in hopes of piquing a passing soul’s attention, but the nurse reckoned he preferred something called 'waiting'. After all, there was no need to prematurely alert anyone of his demeaning plight; he was confident that some poor customer would foolishly attempt to pry the door open once they had acquired an urgent need to utilise the washroom. Standing with arms akimbo, he stood right in the middle of the grime-filled toilet, displeasure etched across his countenance as he considered the horrendous state of the area. He was rendered helpless against the awful shiver that ran down his spine.

It was not long before predictions were proved true— a steady series of knocks accompanied by frustrated fiddles of the lock and he was finally free. It was a little overwhelming to be plunged right into chaos after being sequestered away from the hectic world for about half an hour, but a couple of blinks and an arm propped against the wall seemed to help. Watching on as the eager user shoved past him to get into the washroom, Hanbyul thought to offer minimal, but crucial advice as he pulled the door close to provide the other with some decent privacy. “ I wouldn’t touch anything if I were you— it’s terribly filthy and could make you even sicker than you currently are, ” the nurse conveyed through a crack in the door. “ I’ll get you some water, please don’t run off; I’d rather you confine your vomit in the washroom instead of projecting it all over the walls outside. ”

[erbxs]

ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥

i’m trash (because i haven’t been here in like weeks--) and i don’t deserve this but thank you so much, i really appreciate!!

[mvxnn]

talk about them! + godsqeed ( even though we didn't interact much yet )

┊Send Me ‘ Talk About Them ‘ + a URL & I’ll Talk About That Person ▷ @godsqeed - not accepting

Sigh, Casper. Would it be out of line to call him a brat? He’s always dragging me into trouble ; usually shady places a detective shouldn't be. Thrown in among the crime and the sketchiest people Ive ever seen. And still I know his heart is in the right place. He wants me to have fun ; to get out and see the world beyond working myself to death. And despite my complaining, he always makes sure I have fun and enjoy myself. A breath of fresh air would best describe Casper. And i’m lucky enough to have a delinquent friend like him. 

[wvrchild]

ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥

AYYYY LMAO THANKS! you’re one of my favorites too for sure! nothing’s as great as cas and benji’s interactions tbh. keep on being great y’all.

[kaikarie-archieve]

@godsqeed :

His best guess is that the female has no idea who she’s dealing with. Worth his life? He scoffs. There isn’t much he would give his life for—or needed to give his life for, for that matter. Throughout the years, Casper had gotten into the trickiest of situations and had escaped with ease. This was not even close to being a challenge to him, and yet he had decided to play along. Admittedly, the demigod had expected her to cave far sooner than she had done, but the game had slowly started to tire him.

‘Yeah, absolutely.’ It doesn’t take a genius to catch the mockery of his voice; the dramatising of his expression. ‘I wouldn’t be able to live without that ring. Please, ma’am, I beg of you—return it to me.’ He’s overdoing it. He doesn’t care. What he does care about, however, is that ring–no matter how much he makes it seem like it doesn’t mean a thing to him. In fact, it was one of the very few items he possessed that actually held a lot of value. Losing it had never been part of the plan, but retrieving it should not take him any effort. At all. If the female didn’t want to return it, he simply had to take it. And that, for one, had never been a problem to him.

She was curious, up until where he would go to have something that it was his back. Marie hadn’t good, she wasn’t simply, let alone a happy fluffy ball. But if there was something she valued, it was her life. So sometimes she’d like to understand what made people’s life meaningful. Being left wondering why the ring had so much meaning to him, because it did seem to have a lot of meaning. “How would you not? Are you a vampire and do you need it back before the sun burns your skin and you die in the middle of the street?”

She laughed, she loved teasing. She placed the ring in one of her slender finger, then rising her hand up to look at it from afar. Laughing yet again as she thought looked good on her. Then she took it from her finger and hand it back to him. Shrugging one of her shoulders and sticking her tongue out, slightly annoyed and frustrated that he didn’t play along with her. Reminding a five year old who simply wanted to play. “Alright take it. Your wife would be really mad if she knew you took your ring off in the first place. Now, now... What will we order, mm?”

[originalites]

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[riotingvinesarchived]

Surrealism

Already answered dick cheese, but I bet it’s got somethin’ to do with your flaky ass.

[eterneli]

wine!

LUXURY THEMED ASKS. (x)

          WINE: What kind of drunk are you(happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? If you don’t drink, what kind do you think you would be?

Trapped by the lithe of porcelain bones if the delicate frame of a glass, a mixture of mahogany and blood twirled within by the flick of a thin wrist as hazel hues lie upon the surface of the liquid. ”Let me start off by saying that I am unable to get drunk, which makes this question irrelevant.” His nature does not allow it, so to speak. But exceptions do exist even in the realm of the undead. “But considering alcohol does affect my hunger, I’d day I’m likely to be the fun kind. You see, not having claws around your neck for once kinda gives your a breather and I can be fun when I’m no hostage to this parasite.” A slim brim lies to the plump of a crimson line before dawning the entirety of the liquor down a dry throat, sinking to the confinements of his entrails and easing the thirst of a beast kept caged within. Yes, Byun Baekhyun is drawn to the careless side when alcohol sinks on his veins because for once that creature ripping his insides lies peacefully within.

[colourphone-blog]

godsqeed a réagi à votre billet: i was watching k.pop dance videos and i forgot...

I mean someone got really upset with me once for not liking the group she liked so lmao

i s2g some ppl get so aggressive over their fav groups??!?! im not really into kpop, i just like a few songs from various groups, but o h  m y  g o d why do we gotta be so extra n slap/get angry at ppl who arent into the same groups

[daviscre-archived]

                                godsqeed called for a starter ! 

☆ ┇ “Aish. Why is he taking so long?” David frowned while he kept his hand up in the air knocking on his friends door. He had arrived at the exact time they had decided to meet to go out to have a few drinks. Since David had been visiting Japan they hadn’t been able to see eachother so much the past few weeks. “come on, get up lazyass I know you are in there!” He shouted.

[yeozus]

[ @gumihc ] HAD SOMETHIN’ TO SAY ABOUT THIS !

RAISES HAND !!!

come 2 me my chil’. let’s be fucked up together !!! 

[ @godsqeed ] HAD SOMETHIN’ TO SAY ABOUT THIS !

( *likes it anyway just to support u*

whhfHGDHGDJFVKJ MY HEART IS SO WARM WHAT THE HECK 

[phantombs]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Tagged by: @etherealve (ty so much!) / @fatewoven (iara) @shrapnelsong @godsqeed @kitmitsu (riku) @lykaiia @celestiialmechanics (minjae) @nouvelis (seoah)

Spice: Anise.

Weather: Warm sun showers; the rain spits, but the afternoon slips golden through the clouds.

Primary  Color: Blue.

Color  of  the  Sky: The gentle, blazing twilight hours. A dichotomy, he thinks: it’s a shade of kind, tender dreams in a way hypnotically unapologetic.

Magical  Power: Dream reading.

Shoe: Comfortable sandals. To the disbelief of some, they’re the kind you can comfortably call ‘dad sandals’.

Houseplant: A shy, vibrant head of jasmine. White, they brighten his windowsill beautifully.

Blade  Weapon: N/A.

School  Subject: Botany. He is a man of green, a lover of the growing season.

Social  Media: N/A; Cường does not dally with technology overly much, too busy and too often peacefully occupied with his pestles and mortars.

Makeup  Product: N/A; He is, as some would say, a ‘natural beauty’, clear skinned and gentle-faced. He’s the subtlest twinge of rose dolled tender in his cheeks.

Candy: Sesame candies, the ones often kissed with ginger and flecked with citrus.

Tangible  Fear: N/A; He’s unreal and little flinching. Does anything get under his skin?

Ice  Cube  Shape: Cubes, the normal.

Method  of  Long-distance Travel: Motorcycle, and he adores it -- riding under the sinking sun, wind in his hair, a sense of wild in his bones...

Historical  Period: Late 1600s to the early 1700s. It is a simple, toiling time. He smells the oceans, still.

Art  Style: Sketchy, perhaps in swathed ink. The drawings are nearly incomprehensible. He is a peculiar, baffling man, a shade off Rorschach.

Mythological  Creature: Werewolf.

Piece  of  Stationary: Letters, plain and inked with his hand-written confessions and meager grocery list.

Three  Emoji  Combination: 🌿🌕🌊.

Celestial  Body: Moon.

[mvxnn]

@godsqeed​ continued.

He dons the guy no more than a roll of his eyes (and only barely refrains from mocking his words). There was absolutely no reason he could possibly think of for them to have ended up here together, and yet they were. Their personalities clashing, their interests clashing— even their looks: clashing. Shou looked nice; clean. Casper looked anything but that, and it made the elder look even tidier in contrast. Oddly enough, however, it wasn’t the demigod that stood out from the crowd. Not even with his bleach blond hair, nor his jeans that were more ripped than could have possibly been intended.

See, Casper may or may not have tricked the guy into tagging along. A bit of feigned desperation goes a long way, and with Shou’s background and aspirations, he wouldn’t last very long at these rather shady-looking clubs. His presence did not matter much to the younger; all of it had been more of a game than anything else, and he simply wanted to test the male a little bit. Stupid? Perhaps. What kind of idiot would bring a detective to a place like this?

(Casper would)

‘Really? Without even taking a look inside? Man up, Shou. You should at least give it a shot–and take a shot, while we’re at it. Loosen up already.’

        ❛ You act like i'm an old man, Casper. ❜ He makes a face soon after, dark eyes shooting a not so playful glare in the younger's direction. Among the crowd entering and exiting the so call club, they seem to be the least sketchy out of the bunch. He takes a step away from the other for a moment , taking a small glance around them before finally returning his attention to Casper. ❛ I'm only 23, and I have plenty of fun. It usually involves good bars and clubs, and good alcohol. ❜

He reaches forward idly to poke at a patch of exposed skin, making a face as he retracts the hand again. ❛ I feel like i'm your mother sometimes. I'm in the mood to nag you about you choice of clothing among a million other things. ❜ Just looking at the other's jeans caused a shiver to shoot down his spine ; and out of habit he tugs the hoodie closer around his body. He knows he's not dressed the part ; more so over dressed as he compares the figures still moving in and out of the building. He's not typical when it comes to other officers -- more down to earth when it comes to off duty activities. Fitted jeans and a hoodie made him feel more normal beside the other -- and he was out to make a point of it. ❛ You dragged me all the way out here, and for what? To tease me ? ❜ A small frown plays on his lips , tilting his head up for a moment before taking a deep breath. ❛ Lets go before I change my mind. ❜