#theseelenine

[xlikemilk]

Continued for @theseelenine | x

She knew she shouldn’t have tried. She wasn’t feeling confident that night and her hands were shaking from the chill outside, but Yerim was desperate. She hadn’t eaten in the past two days and a crowded bunch of drunk and tired locals waiting for the subway was her chance on getting a meal; no matter how small it would be.

Making a run for it was still an option that lingered stubbornly in her mind—despite her sore left ankle that resulted from her trip just moments earlier—as she frowned down at the stranger’s hand, her own wrapping tightly around the loose cash she had lifted off him.

“Would you believe me?” She questioned, wincing internally as she felt the beginnings of a bruises forming around her knees.

[gongyoohooo]

Numbered Hope * Self (H. Ode)

Oh, tell me, “envelop the city in darkness?” Nay, show them the light, one of which gives way to potential Of a world cleansed of sin... ask, “where thou is thy ol’ starkness?” Take no lives, take no sides, take no more than essential. Possess the body of a lion ready to pounce As you set each trial and riddle the people forth into a new age, Avoiding such petty panic by showing genuine compassion. Yes! Yes, may your words unleash the truth as you announce Each counterpart and their roles in this society’s high stage. Let loose the fireworks and auroras to renew a sky much too ashen.

@theseelenine

[crookedflesharchive]

“ the truth will always reveal itself. ”

REST IN MOURNING MEME 

HOW TO EXPLAIN TRUTH TO THE MAN LIVING A LIE SINCE DAY ONE? To someone such as Moonsik, who twisted & turned words, actions, promises & everything in between how he pleased  ———— TRUTH was a mere concept, a fictitious one at that.

Im Jaebum, otherwise known as a regrettable friend, was stone cold in his inner workings. He could tell it was due to repression ( a TRAGEDY striking him to his very core was assumed ), rather than having his entire identity ripped out of him by stinging neglect. It made getting along that much easier, though Jaebum was BORING, LIFELESS, UTTERLY DULL comparatively. Not that he’d tell him so, because even Moonsik knew that humans didn’t tell their companions what they actually thought of them, due to being inherent, useless cowards.

Except for in this certain case, the urge to tell him about himself was undeniable.

❝ Do you ever stay quiet? I swear you’re either nagging me or trying to bore me to DEATH. ❞ Moonsik waved him off dramatically, holding the back of his hand to his head, as if burdened with a headache —— which most humans were truly. ❝ The truth is BULLSHIT. People lie & they lie & they never stop, until they’re cold in the ground. Even if the truth comes out, it doesn’t make anyone better for it. ❞

Perhaps he was offended at the thought of being found out, his own truth SHOVED DOWN to undetected depths, preferring the false form of a insatiable, bratty rich boy instead.  ❝ Do you ever have any fun, Jaebum? What do you do to relax? Besides crying & jerking off to SHITTY emo music, I mean. ❞ he prodded, waiting for Jaebum to insult him back to no avail. ❝ Just do me a favor & keep your lawful good bullshit out of my vicinity. Please. ❞

With a single HUFF, the conversation was dubbed over.

Despicable boy, irate boy, monster boy, who wished to simply be left ALONE. Would his prickly thorns ever be worn down?

[ssinseth]

“If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.”

you asked me what it would be like to walk around blind, how it would feel to pour cyanide over my pupils to block out those little things i didn’t like. i’ll tell you; we burn clover cigarettes in our throats for a bigger burn, get drunk on the mere suggestion of wine, choke on sundance, stumble on nothing and struggle to right ourselves for a split-second anomaly. at one point, you lose the equilibrium and in that static space, you won’t be able to tell where does down meet upwards, whether you’re facing left or nowhere at all. 

when he feels like this, he starts to tally strictly all the times jaebum seems to be poetic. this was one of those times where he loses count. “…do you think your eyes can get tired?” seth’s brow ticks upwards, vaguely amused, “you know, with nothing to look at…”

[kabonvi]

Hair, mouth, skin, hands and build.

—  physical features meme *✲ status: accepting!! *;

hair

Originally dark brown, raven dyed tresses fall to the small of herback, the ends kept trimmed and curled, flouncing whenever she walks. Her hairis her crown and she keeps it up, just as a someone would keep sacred jewelspolished. Image is of the utmost of importance to her, and because of her needto keep the appearance that she can not be neither swayed nor phased her hairis styled as such.  Within the confinementsof her home, her hair is unkempt, the naturally curly tresses adorning her headlike a lion’s mane. When she is out and about her hair is kept straight due tothe belief that straight hair produces an image of rigidness that keeps peopleat a distance. At work, her hair is kept in various up dos to keep it out ofher face. Despite its thickness and how unbearable it can get to manage when itgrows past her shoulders, she keeps it long for the sake of her child (soon tobe children) for them to play with, braid and put in various hairstyles.

mouth

Gifted with lips that she deems as perfect, Carmen has taken onthe lips of her father. Her flushed pink lips form a pouty heart shape thatshe’s discovered when she was younger that those lips could get her whatevershe wanted. Located on the corner of her lip is a tiny scar gracefully given toher, by the rough touch of her lover whenever they get intimate. No one wouldbe able to notice such a scar, or the way the corner of her lips twitch wheneverirritation sets into her mood, but oh that smile. No matter how much she triesto hide it, her smile lights up her entire face and shines with the twinkle ofat least three stars. A smile of joy is always one you want to see from her forit radiates a force of happiness and joy that others find comforting. However,if one was to simply glance at Carmen her lips are always pressed together, ano nonsense expression settling on her features from just her lips alone.

skin

From afar, she possesses the skin others would deem as perfect.She has what she’s noticed to be Korea’s perfect standard: pale and smooth(from afar). But up close her skin is marred with the sins of her past and herfamily’s version of love marks. She views the self-inflicted scars that decorateher arms as a constellation: each mark forming a picture – a scene truly, ofher life that led her to break the skin, letting her body and soul bleed toalleviate the pain. Upon a closer look it gives the illusion of a rough touch,I mean, it has to right? What kind of person marked by both the world andherself, commending her to this unforeseen fate of damnation wouldn’t be roughto the touch? An arms graze is just enough. She has the soft skin of a mother,the delicate bend of skin under the pressure of a hand makes you think she isfragile, and if those words were ever uttered in front of her she would gladlyremind you that she isn’t. Oh, but there is a part of her that no one is everable to see. Her lover is the only one able to see a part of her body that hasbeen marred by cruel intentions with people with wicked minds. Decorating her backare whip marks: to her they look angry, ugly and sacrificial. It is just a grimreminder that as a child, she had no place in the world though she wanted tobelieve that she did.

hands

The same hands she uses to drag a knife across someone’s throat isthe same hands used to gently wipe away the tears of her child when he criesout for her. Slender fingers give a portrait of feminine delicacy, but a simpleturn of her hands to showcase her palms tells a story of a power so great andunexplainable even she has trouble comprehending sometimes. Her hands are herweapons to outside forces, small and agile when she feels threatened. The cutsdecorating her palms, crossing over her life and heart line as if she ismocking God himself, were used to coax her blood from her body to mutilate anddestroy. Appearances can be so deceiving. However, the times where she lives upto her delicate appearance is when her son asks for her aid when he’s scrapedhis knee, her husband lets her be the big spoon for once and her fingers lacethrough his hair to keep him close, and her fingers run through her pets furwhen they demand attention. Her hands are soft to the touch, a hidden fragilityabout them whenever someone grips them whether it be out of fear, affection orjust for the fun of it.

build

At a whopping 165 centimeters, Carmen wouldn’t draw a secondglance when it came to her body. She’s small and able to make herself blendinto a crowd with ease, nothing to fret about truly. But a bump into her frameand one recoil in surprise. Underneath her clothes lies nothing but muscle. Asa woman that got off on fighting any and everyone growing up, she’s become 165centimeters and 49 kilograms of lean muscle. Granted, her weight fluctuatesoften because of her lack of eating but there’s no mistake that despite hersize, she’s well-toned. She’s stronger than she appears, and if youunderestimate her because of said size she wouldn’t be afraid to get in yourface about it.

[glitchedcraft-blog]

❝ They say the devil’s at work. ❞

( meme status: not accepting! )

“You remind me of my father when you say things like that.”

It was merely a knee-jerk response, something she regretted as soon as it left her mouth. There wasn’t much she knew about Im Jaebum, other than what Carmen had told her. But he was nosy, that much she knew for sure. While she was unsure if he’d prod the subject or not, Candy still felt bubbling anxiety crawl up the length of her spine, settling in between her shoulder blades. The feeling was weighted, solid as her own fingers, interlaced like the tightest of knots. Nervous habit.

Vaguely, she wondered if all cis men were the same as her father. Not that she believed in stereotypes, but she hardly knew any who broke the mold. Though she trusted Carmen to know better, she remained weary. Weary might as well have been her last name, with all that she constantly felt, stabbing at her insides to let its presence be known.

She was supposed to be getting to know the other. Being an unborn child’s godmother did that to you sometimes. Welcoming a child into the world and dropping a never-ending amount of love on it was easier than talking to someone, who figured out your secret identity immediately upon meeting. That had never happened to Candy before. To say it took her by surprise was an understatement at best.

At least he seemed to be understanding about it, even if the thought still filled her with dread. How long could she keep up the facade? Would others be able to sense that she was living an outright lie? At this point, it seemed that repressed guilt would eat her alive, from the way sleep refused to come at night, eyes fixated on the ceiling instead.

Finally, she looked back at him, trying to tune out the voice of her father in her head. Jaebum’s eyes were dark, almost black as the hair sitting atop both their heads. When alone, left with nothing but herself and toxic thoughts, she’d go so far as to call them lifeless.

“Do you think the devil has off days?” she thought out loud, far more genuine in actuality, than in its presentation. He seemed like a serious man, one who did not adhere to jokes, yet there she was, trying and failing more than likely.

She already knew in her heart of hearts, that Carmen would force them to be friends no matter what, so he could put up with a few corny jokes now and then. She was even able to conjure a smile at the thought.

[eterneli]

@theseelenine​

        Even from afar, he can observe the impeccably drawn obsidian lines that frames and smokes out the other’s hazel eyes, narrowed in immersed concentration. The vampire seemingly pays no notice of Jaebum’s entrance in the deserted jazz bar, his fingers still flawlessly flitting across the ivory and ebony keys of the piano that rings out the most daunting and eerie melody. Yet they both know that the other is fully in-sync with the inky depths of the shadowy bar corners, causing them to be hyperaware of the other’s camouflaged presence. Jaebum has always preferred black-on-black that seamlessly blends him into any crowd, any area and most importantly, any midnight.

        Of course due the fact that duoare both nocturnal creatures of the night — one supernatural and one somewhat normal — they are destined to meet again in a similar jade encased scenario. He does not wish to initiate the conversation first, preferring the dark silence of the night for now and Baekhyun continues to play unperturbed, the haunting harmony of notes jarringly strike into his mind of an artist name. Something pertaining to the identical characteristic of the night. Before his memory can recall on the exact name or even the origin of his thoughts, his ears detect sudden footsteps advancing straight to the pair’s current hideout — footsteps that are too swift to belong to an ordinary being. “Someone is coming.” Jaebum flatly announces, his low tone seeping into the night. “I can hear five of them. Do you know them?”

         As expected, the vampire finishes off his piece with a dramatic flair that still doesn’t detract the effect of the spine-chilling notes played. Eyes meet eyes, although Jaebum likes to believe his all-black attire obscures him in the sable shadows he rests within.

        “Are you afraid?” the vampire simply hums under his breath.

         He doesn’t need a moment to mull over his response, the coolness of his gun reminding him of the little protection he does possess. There is no way he can display any weakness in front of the mysterious man whom he still cannot decode entirely.

        “No.” his tone is still too flat, completely monotone. Out of politeness, he moves further into the dim light of a cracked bulb. “But what are you going to do?”

By the moment the last note braces a grand finale his figure has risen to its feet and words of a latter male are creeping through acute eardrums in resonating waves. Ah, yes, there are footsteps kicking at the pavement outdoors and inhuman senses never fail to awaken an alert within, so what paints over his fair complex is an annoyingly pompous smile guarding a venom set to be unleashed in a matter of seconds. It appears that Baekhyun is unable to dive into a single day of peace with no disturbances.

C’est la vie, as they say. However those daring enough to cross his path must pay -- mostly with blood.

“What will I do? I’m glad you asked.” There is a nonchalant stride present on delicate steps trailing a path directing his figure towards the latter as he abandons the frame of a wooden piano, lithe rows of fingers coiling to the frame of a gun’s handle tucked between a thin shirt pigmented of white and his black jacket, a second limb commissioner to the first unlocking the trigger and arming steel bullets through a single pull. Click, clack -- it is but a white noise amidst a vivid jazz bar. Those bullets, coated with mercy, will be a mere opening to the horror show bound to take place.

A mass of air is exhaled through sculptured nostrils as lashes clash into a lingering blink, and it takes just enough seconds to unveil the deep blood pools replacing the previously hazel pigmented set of irises when mild eyelids breach open once more. “I am going to slaughter and tear them to unrecognizable pieces.” Although cynicism entangles through dry words spilling like acid from rose stained lips there’s also a certain hint of derangement and acrimony consuming the depths of his orbs, a thirst for the thick liquid made to paint the town into an astonishing masterpiece.

It is through a gun that they shall meet excruciating pain, but it is by his claws that they shall perish.

Thrill shall ignite his bones and the memories of a lulling night shall fade through the coat of dying screams when enemies burst through the door. There’s powder and magic in the air -- hunters equipped with the necessary gear to harm his anatomy. But Byun Baekhyun does not go down without a full out war. “Will you stay to watch the show, take part in it or flee?” By the looks of it, the vampire deems they have approximately five minutes to decide.

[pijichu]

for @theseelenine

he reminds her of autumn.

but this isn’t a beginning, an introduction— a conclusion, rather.  a thought left to drift afloat, one in a thousand forgotten until it washes ashore once more.  she remembers it only by a stroke of luck.  he, probably, has already forgotten her by then.  

summer is inconsolable on days like this.  the hem of her dress brushes against her ankles, loosened fabric billowing about them when she spins out from arm’s reach.  “i’ll be fine, i promise! i’ll be careful.” a pause, then- “promise!” no amount of words will comfort the pair of unwavering eyes as she evades them, wading further into the fast-fading daylight.  the walk there isn’t long.  the last time she’d gone alone it had taken her fifteen, twenty minutes.  after-dinner walks are for the elderly- so she’s been told- but she doesn’t mind the label if it means she’s able to greet the awaiting river in peace.

fate has other plans for her.

the cool concrete beneath her palms is a welcome reprieve from the soupy heat, hair pulled back to keep her from breaking into a sweat.  she busies herself with her routine of counting the cars that bustle past on the bridge, a flash of colors above blue waters.  from this isolated corner few bother to glance over, and she’s content with the lack of attention.  but it’s only moments before footsteps approach and she’s glancing up, then back down at the half-empty bottle she’d thought had been abandoned.  then back up.

“you!”

[eldorvdo-blog]

@theseelenine | continued from here.

if there’s anything that seyoon has noticed about jaebum, it’s that he doesn’t always seem to make sense. most people tell him he’s annoying and leave, telling him they can’t stand him and that he’s just too much to deal with. jaebum seems like he wants nothing to do with him half the time, or most of the time, but jaebum never actually seems to leave like other people do. seyoon has to wonder. if he’s so horrible to be around, then why does jaebum still stick around with him? and, more importantly, why does he pick him up in the middle of the night from places he shouldn’t be in the first place?

another thing he’s noticed about jaebum is that he’s mean. seyoon doesn’t take criticism well, mostly because he knows how terrible and irritating of a person he can be and doesn’t need other people to remind him of that, but he’ll laugh it off like it means nothing to him. seyoon laughs everything off. it’s the only way he can stop himself from melting into a puddle of goo out of shame. 

“well, jeez. sorry. you don’t got to be so nasty about it.” 

with a quick, childish pout, he unbuckles his seat belt and pushes the passenger door open, stepping out into the spring air. truthfully, he has absolutely no idea how to change a tire. he doesn’t even know how to put gas in a car. it wasn’t his intention to grow up to be so useless, but he supposes this could be a learning experience. there’s never a bad time to learn what a shitty excuse for an adult you are. 

“have you ever seen that one movie... what’s it called? it’s an american movie, about these two people who are driving their car on a road trip or something and there’s this other guy who’s also driving, and he starts to follow them...” he begins, smile on his face, as if he didn’t just get chewed out. “--and then they realize that he’s actually a psycho and a murderer and he kills this one family and it’s really sad, but then he’s after these kids too. well, they’re not actually kids. they’re in their twenties like us. but anyway, in the end, one of the guys ends up getting all of his limbs pulled out of their sockets and off his body. or, wait-- is that the same movie? i think it’s the same movie. have you ever seen that movie before?”

[hhanseung]

@theseelenine​ from here.

Seeking a partner’s assistance is usually the last extreme course of action he resorts to. But someone’s demeanour has been bugging him for a while in the bookstore safely nestled in the bustle of shoppers in the mall that only raises more reason for concern. The unfamiliar male’s agitated movements between the bookshelves almost reminded him of himself and everything about the other’s peculiar jittery state sends alarm bells ringing through Jaebum’s mind. In any other circumstance, he would have directly confronted the man but the second he observes the other fiddling with a lighter, he knows he needs someone to avert the crisis. It’s just in his instinct to stay out of the spotlight in case a disaster escalates.

Almost immediately, he notices a trustworthy sturdy looking male scouring through the comic section. He wastes no time in approaching the other male nor does he beat around the bush, “do you have experience in martial arts? There is a suspicious looking guy in the crime fiction aisle. He looks like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.” a scenario he is only too familiar with. “I saw him holding a lighter too…doesn’t look good.” upon the inquiry of why he is informing the other male, he nonchalantly shrugs. “You look like the honest and dependable type. Confront him. My face usually sets off people but I’ll have your back if he goes berserk.”

Seunghyun’s amusement in reacting to the other’s request comes with the knowledge of how abrupt the situation has unfolded in front of him. Never once in his life had he experienced a stranger storming their way in and out of nowhere so inclined in knowing anything about his life, let alone his martial arts skill-- in which apparently only exists in his wildest dream anyway. He boxes, that he does. Still, it is nothing more than an unprofessional trade he takes to sew his life altogether, keeping him away from the possibility of living homeless on the street. But even if he does possesses such skill, is it the way to deal with mentally unstable people? He sure as hell doesn’t think so.

“Look, hey-- I’m flattered, I’ll take that as a compliment.”  he conveys whilst putting the comic he was reading back where it belongs. “But I’m not sure if confronting him is the way to solve this-- at least not in your way since you asked about my martial arts’ skill.” so he thinks. He’s dealt with situation like this so many times throughout his career as a fireman, and he can place a safe bet that violence is never the right answer. “We need to talk to him first, get him off the thoughts that make him feel they way he’s feeling now. But if the scenario goes the way you think it’ll go, then and only then, we can use some force to calm him down.” he continues to talk without minding the stranger beside him as he’s too preoccupied with observing the agitated male and everything around him. They’re standing in a bookstore filled with nothing but flammable materials. One wrong move, they could’ve easily set the whole place on fire. “I hope you have some Dr. Phil in you, pal. Come on, let’s go talk to him.” with a light pat on the other’s shoulder, he leads their way towards the said person - not even bothering to wait for the stranger and confidently heads out first.

[erxsus]

for @theseelenine, continuing from here 

The comfort that the night offers her hasn’t always been a constant. There was a time in her life where the dark scared her; where it only seemed to put her on edge. She remembers reaching out for Ren, her slender fingers wrapping around his wrist, and asking him to stay; to stay until she had succumbed to sleep. He had done so without question, but had soon invested in a nightlight. It had been moon-shaped and the soft yellow hue it emanated had brought her a sense of peace. A smile graces her features at the memory as she wanders down the streets. Night has settled in and the darkness covers all that it can reach. Although, it’s true potential is diminished by the street lights and neon business signs. It’s a pity really, all of this light pollution, but at least she can still melt into the shadows. 

With no real set destination in mind, she’s content to wander until her feet ache and legs cramp, but then the image of a favorite spot of hers pops into her mind. Humming to herself, she makes her way down her new route with the same lazy pace as usual. She arrives within a few minute’s time and silently makes her way up the stairs. Her fingers glide above the railing as she ascends towards the roof and she’s almost there when the rattling of cans alerts her of another presence. Calling out into the dark, a hand reaches out to flip the switch only to be interrupted. 

It takes a moment for the voice to click, the memories slightly hazy with passed time, but the owner’s face and name eventually comes to mind. Her hand comes to rest at her side as the other shows himself and she gives a hum in response. “Ah, yes. I remember you.” The corner of her lip tugs up into some sort of half smile as she continues, “It has been quite a while.” Stuffing her hands into the front pocket of her sweatshirt, she picks her way closer to him, careful to avoid any other stray cans. “I’d ask what you’re doing up here, but I feel like your reasoning would be somewhat close to mine.” 

She’s close enough to see his face clearly now and she drops the small backpack that she’s carrying on the floor. Crouching down, she unzips it and takes out a thin blanket. Pointedly ignoring him and the possible weird look he may or may not be giving her, she spreads it out before plopping down on top of it. Sighing in content, she finds his gaze once again and grins. “Nice face, by the way. I hope the other person looks worse.”

[ofnecromancie-blog]

"This is gonna hurt..."

♡。근원: ( source )   ›  사람: (theseelenine)   ›  지위: ( accepting )

“don’t touch me then!” she growled at the male, hissing as she guarded her upper arm, blood seeping through the cracks of her fingers. her breathing was haggard and she was growing weak by the second. her thirst for violence was getting the best of her. don’t get her wrong, the pain was something that she’s used to; hell, she seeks for it most of the time. yet this time was a little different than the rest. this time, she was at the disadvantage. the prey instead of the predator and by fucking god, she loathed it! “i.. i can clean it up..” she mumbled, chewing on her lip gently as she tried to ignore the pain, the bloodied hand reaching out to him. “hand me the stuff, i can clean it.”

[ashnbone-blog]

BOLD any which apply to your muse & feel free to add to the list ! ** remember to REPOST , DON’T REBLOG .

tagged by: @theseelenine thanks man (:  tagging: @spellbks , anyone else who wants to bold things !

COLORS //  brown. orange. yellow.  green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black.  white.  teal. burnt  orange. silver. gold.grey. lilac.  metallic. matte.  royal  blue.  strawberry  red.  charcoal  grey. forest  green.  apple  red.  navy  blue. crimson. cream.  blood  red.  mint  green. ivory.  seafoam. scarlet.

ELEMENTS //   fire.  ice.  water.  air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam.  frost. lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight.  dawn.  dusk.  twilight.  midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops.  storm.

BODY //   claws. long  fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails. lips.  bare  feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars.scratches.  wounds. burns.  spikes. feathers.  webs. eyes. hands. sweat.  tears. feline.  chubby.  curvy. thin. lean.  short. tall.  normal height. muscular.  piercing.  tattoos.

WEAPONS //  fists. feet.  sword.  dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield. poison.  guns. axes.  throwing  axes.  whips.  knives. throwing  knives. pepper  sprays. tasers. machine  guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs. wands.  powers.  magical  items.  magic.  rocks.  mud  balls.  legs. scythe.

MATERIALS //   gold. silver.  platinum.  titanium. diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires.  emeralds.  amethyst.  metal.  iron.  rust. steel.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace. leather.  silk.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton. charcoal. clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble. dust.  glitter.  blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke. ash.  shadow.  carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

NATURE //   grass.  leaves. trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  lavender.  petals. thorns.  seeds.  hay.  sand.  rocks.  roots.  flowers.  ocean.  river.  meadow.  forest. desert.  tundra.  savanna.  rain forest.  caves.  underwater.  coral  reef.  beach.  waves. space.  clouds. mountains. cliffs.

ANIMALS //  lions. wolves.  eagles. owls. falcons.  hawks. foxes.  swans.  snakes. turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses. cats.  dogs.  bunnies.  praying  mantises.  crows.  ravens. mice.  lizards.  werewolves.  unicorns. pegasus. dragons.  rats.

FOOD //    sugar. salt. candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne. hard  liquor.  beer.  coffee. tea.  spices. herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry. strawberry.  watermelon. vegetables. fruits.  meat. fish.  pies.  desserts. chocolate.cream.  cotton candy.  caramel.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza.  ambrosia.  bread.

HOBBIES //  music . art.  watercolors.  gardening. reading.   sculpting.  painting.  sketching.  fighting.  writing.  composing.  cooking.  sewing.  training.  dancing.  acting.  singing.  martial arts. self-defense.electronics.  technology. cameras.  video  cameras.  video  games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater.  libraries.  magazines.  CDs. records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano. violin.  guitar.  electronic  guitar.  bass  guitar.  harmonica.  mathematics.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  bells. playing  cards. poker  chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding.  eating. climbing.  running.

STYLE //  lingerie.   armor.   cape.  dress.  tunic.  vest.  shirt.  boots.  heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans.  skirt.   jewelry.  earrings.  shoulder  holsters.  necklace.  bracelet.  ring. pendant.  hat. crown. circlet.  helmet.  scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest  plate. leather  jacket.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat.  jacket.  hood.  gloves.  socks.  masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. tactical  gear.

MISC //    balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. light. dark.  candles. war.  peace.  money. power. powerless. percussion.   thermodynamics.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets.  kisses.  diary.  fairy.  lights.  madness. sanity.  sadness.  anger.  happiness.  optimism.  pessimism.  realism. loneliness. family.  friends. assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  loyalty.  smoking. drugs.  kindness.  love.  hugs.  sex.

[crookedflesharchive]

☀

( @theseelenine / source: here / status: not accepting! )

JUST HOW MANY shots had he had? Five too many, three past Barf City, one more until he had the wort hangover for the next few days. Sludge would line the edges of his stomach, giving food a terrible, ashy taste, until all the remnants of alcohol were tossed up. The absolute worst part of drinking. It was all fun and games, except when he woke up to realize how (sadly) human he actually was. Weak to anything and everything, not indestructible as he loved to seem. Not indestructible as most believed him to be.

Not Jaebum though. Never Jaebum.

A man as infamously serious as himself, wearing the same unamused frown at everything in sight. They were bound to be friends (despite how they refused to claim such titles), bound together by fate, otherwise known as Carmen Lee ― a rarity in that which Moonsik would actually refer to her as a companion and speak fondly of. She fell in love, a feeling that the writer never wished to become acquainted with, therefore making him forced contacts with someone he dubbed ghoulishly “emo”.

But he was easy on the eyes. And Moonsik was weak, especially under the influence, nor was he held down by morality’s confines. Repercussions and remorse, neither were in his dictionary. What were the bounds of a relationship to a man with no conscious?

This explained the way lengthy limbs spilled over Jaebum’s smaller frame, nuzzling heated cheeks to his shoulders. Merely playing the part of a irked, concerned friend, the other had taken up bringing the writer back home, his usual nagging words hanging loosely from lips. Moonsik laughed, finding it comical how easily he slipped into the role of a mother, despite his icy front. Not everyone could be like him, it seemed.

Prodding childishly at his friend’s cheeks, he cooed, losing all semblance of his typical self to copious amounts of alcohol. He giggled, wore a smile that felt foreign and stumbled much like a regular person. Stories of his transformation would reach his knowledge by noon the next day, his ears tinting over with a deep, embarrassed red.

“Wanna get drunk and make out?”

Too bad he was already wasted.

If asked about it, at a later time, he’d sweep the truth under the rug slyly. He looked gayer and unattached through beer goggles, promise! I didn’t even know it was Jaebum!

But the fact that he hit on his very straight companion would always be worn across his being like a giant red target, just begging to be struck every time Jaebum or Carmen were near. 

[kabonvi]

❝ ♕ — continuation feat. @theseelenine ❞

Out of all seasons and holidays the one very holiday that leaves a taste of resentment and poison in her mouth is the G O D F O R S A K E N celebration of All Hallows Eve. The sickening smell of apple cider, rotting pumpkins and the vomit aftermath of a child binging on sweets that possessed enough sugar to kill a small animal (preferably a child). But like all teenage girls that happened to love being in the center of attention, the pastel queen decided on spending the night a Halloween party that integrated all cliques.

For just one night, they all take away their masks to dip into normalcy and the pretend game. They’ll all get along for just one night – she hopes.

A few mixed drinks of unknown origin in her system, the sky blue haired Go-Go dancer danced her way through the crowd of people. “My God, get away from me!” She winds up yelling at a few people, waving her hand dismissively at the angered protest against whomever she pushed. A little tipsy at this point, her attention turned to the commotion outside not even a moments later the feeling short of delight when she sees a familiar mop of black hair. However, like a slap across the face she soon filled with disgust the moment she sees a hand shoving Jaebum and she immediately sees red. In a quick second is her cup is tossed away. Carmen practically flies across the yard to not only reinstate her authority but to make a message clear: no one picks on Jaebum, except her. Consumed by rage, she doesn’t realize what she’s done until she’s pulled away with bloodied knuckles and a look in her eyes that serial killers could only dream of.

Snorting in distaste, she unceremoniously fixes her breasts, giving them an affirmative pat. “Who cares, it’s not like anyone’s paying attention to what I’m wearing anyway.” Her mind swirling with slightly intoxicated thoughts and she takes the hoodie from him to shrug it on. “No problem, but I’m keeping this to add to my Emo Freak collection. Don’t ask for it back either ‘cause I won’t give it to you.” Looking back at the crowd of people it doesn’t take her too long to realize that she’s had enough and she looks to Jaebum once before gripping his hand tightly. “Come on, we can do something else. Fuckin’ Americans and their goddamn parties.” Storming away she curses into the night air, grateful that he had come by but feeling guilty that somehow this could all be her fault.

“Hey, you got a light?” Stopping for a moment, she takes into consideration that he might actually could enjoy this night if she pulled a few strings. “What were you thinking anyway you damn doofus, you don’t even like parties.” Placing a cigarette in her mouth she holds her hand out to him expectantly.

[eterneli]

‘ what a big mistake ’

      ASK MEME ; THE MAINE EDITION.                 // Accepting. (x)

「 † 」 —                     The echoing crack of frail bones creeps through the length of an alley under the umbra of a night sky, the frame of slender strings coiled around the curvature of a pale neck as pressure heightens upon each passing second until the mere angle of an index finger may pop the head of a rogue victim off its body. How amusing it has become to  observe the corrupted crimson of a thick liquid drip from the entrails of a once breathing creature of his own species. The again, Baekhyun stands of a higher pedestal as the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

                    Call it instinct, he will call it heightened senses. The lost breath of a creature met by the entrance of the alley draws the attention from the now headless corpse dripping to the ground into a captivating masterpiece of wine to the beating of an erratic heart filling a whisper. “What a big mistake.” Oh, humans. When will they learn. By the corner of delicate lips lies the fragment of a fang, however retracted within the second, as the ghost of a handkerchief is drawn from the pocket of his jacket, maneuvered then between the lithe rows of bones painted in the red of a lifeless victim out of courtesy. After all, the vampire does appreciate the cleanness of his hands as a pianist.

                    ”You think? Walking into a lion’s den.” The mere echo of a click is produced by the pressure set to the roof of his mouth into a release, a roll of his head given into relaxation upon the completion of a yet another mission as the ghost of a breath elicits past the crevice of mild lips. “You see, as long as you don’t piss off certain lion I’d say he would most likely allow you leave.” The emphasis upon most likely drives the edges of crimson lines to coil upon the painting of a deranged canvas across pale features, feather steps guiding the frame of black italian shoes against the cold ground as the coloration reflecting within hazel hues shifts into the mirror of a blood puddle overtaking the floor behind.

The night was boring anyway, so why not play a little.