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Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it.
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here to deliver my endless love for you
âOnly if you accept my eternal devotion.â
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
Tom Waits (via quotemadness)
decided to come check on you. hope you are well.
I appreciate you coming to check up on me. I promise I am hanging in there considering the state of things. I hope you are as well. I lurk, but hopefully, one day I will return to being somewhat active.
Cruel as death, and closer than a kiss
The Neophyte, Aleister Crowley. (via wrappedallinwoe)

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! The last year had been one hell of a ride and some may have noticed I hadnât been as much around as I used to. Many things had happend the past year and I think I can say it left a mark on all of us. BUT Iâve learned two things through out the past year. First, I follow some amazing people as well as writers. A big thank you for sticking around! Iâm glad I can call you a mutual and I hope we will create some great threads together or just admire each others talent from afar ;D The second thing I learned is taking one day at a time. Everyone moves at a different pace and this is okay. Donât rush or push yourself to things youâre not ready for yet. One day youâll be and then it wonât feel as difficult anymore. So, I think thatâs enough from me for now. Please stay as amazing as you all are & welcome 2021!Â
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@ofkngsâ || Yukwon and Junya || Prompt here âThe problem is you keep trying to use your eyesâ
Junyaâs lips parted in reflex, fully prepared to respond, yet, no sound came out. She closed her mouth while her amber hues stared at her ex-fiancĂ© for several minutes. The sound of her own racing heartbeat managed to jar her from her spirling thoughts of the past. âYukwonâ,â Junya paused to collect herself while a somber expression crossed her face. âI use my eyes because my mind and heart are blind,â She explained, yet avoided stating âespecially when it comes to youâ. Clearing her throat, she continued on, âThey have both been led astray too many times. What about you?â She asked, taking a few steps back to give herself some breathing room. She always felt light-headed when in the presence of her ex. âYou overthink everything or perhaps not thoroughly enough. You only thought of yourself when youââ Again the words froze and weighed down her tongue. She couldnât bring herself to say âwhen you killed yourselfâ. Bringing a shaking hand up to place against her chest, she tried to calm herself. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him. âUsing my eyes has protected me when I had no one else.â
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE MENTION.
If words were a weapon, Junya had inevitably struck him down. âIs that⊠what you think?â Yukwon questioned, light brown irises that had widened at the assumption now slowly dimming with his furrowed brows. His gaze had fallen to the ground while his lips twitched and pursed from the physical ailments that came from returning to that point in his life. The memories, as fragmented as they were, painted a clear picture of his thoughts only moments before he had acted. âYouâ⊠you really have some nerve, Junya.â He could feel a strong pulse in his chest as he gritted his teeth a raised a hand to the center of his body and grip onto the fabric of his shirt. He was trying his best to calm himself down knowing the consequences of allowing his emotions to harass him, but it was becoming difficult with a flooded array of memories straining his heart.Â
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âYou. I thought about you and that you were never coming backâ
Yukwonâs confession sliced into the wall she had built between them and shattered her resolve. By the time he has finished speaking, Junya has flinched multiple times and was on the verge of tears when he hit the mailbox. She struggled to keep her breathing from becoming erratic. The sensation of drowning was becoming so strong, she gasped as wave after wave of past regrets slammed into her. âNoââ She stated softly, forcing her way out of the ocean that had become her mind. Several thoughts stayed at the forefront of her mind: âI could cryâ, âI could runâ, âI could leaveâ. Instead, the brunette remained rooted to the spot because deep-down she didnât want to be the person she used to be. Yukownâs words were soaked in the truthâa harsh truth that was like ingesting poison. âI am not trying to stand here and act holier than thou, Yukwon. I would neverââ She replied, wanting to clear that up even though her tongue felt heavy and his poison-filled words still coursing through her veins. âMy guilt and fear guided my actions back then. I was young, arrogant, and terrified.â She paused, her eyes studying the ground between them. Occasionally, she lifted her gaze to stare at the dent he had made in the mailbox but wasnât brave enough to look directly at him. She had brought that anger and hurt out of him. Their love story had started out like a fairy tale, and now they were cutting each other with the broken pieces of its memory.
Hugs u tight my love i hope life is treating you well I miss you â„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž
âMy life is better because youâre in it.â
#positivity protocol! đđâïž send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!
âYou are the sweetness this world needs.â

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@bvgeyman // dohyun & ivan // so itâs okay, you shock me. god, is it bad?
How long has it been since Dohyun has laid eyes on Ivan? How long has it been since the demigod has heard his voice or even received fucking text message? Heâs not even sure how they fell out of contact for so long. Life has a tendency to get in the way of things, especially between two people who donât seem particularly keen on chasing each other down. Dohyun doesnât beg for attention (most of the time) and he certainly didnât with Ivan.
To say that Dohyun misses Ivan would be an understatement. Wherever they were when they had left off, Dohyun had been unable to describe it but what he did know was that Ivan confused him in many ways and right now, as heâs staring at the man who just so happens to be casually walking down the street, Dohyun suddenly feels his emotions manifest in the form of blind rage.
At first, all he can do is stand there as his pea brain attempts to sort through what heâs feeling. Dohyunâs fists clench against his thighs, dark brown eyes burning holes into the seemingly unsuspecting god that heâs watching mere feet away across the street. Itâs Ivan, unmistakably so. Dohyun would know that face and demeanor anywhere, so matter how much time has passed since their last meeting.
And suddenly, all he can think to do is attack like a wild dog. Barely even waiting for the crosswalk light to signal that itâs safe to cross the road, the demigod is to the other side of the street in record time. He comes up behind the other male, reaching out to snatch him by the shoulder in order to give a hard yank that ideally would make them spin around to face him.
Ivan would catch a glimpse of Dohyunâs angry face mere moments before his clenched fist sails toward Ivanâs jawline.
Fuck you, the demigod echoes in his mind. I fucking missed you. Where the hell have you been?!
But heâs not going to say this out loud, because sometimes Dohyun has the emotional maturity of a peanut.
Ivan had been traveling from the mortal realm to the God realm for centuries. It was a seamless transition for him, but that didnât mean those he made connections with felt the same about his extended absences. The God knew he had made a mistake of placing too many roots that tied him to the mortal realm. Unknowingly, he had become quite fond of those roots and the people they led him towards. Ivan inhaled before releasing a heavy sigh as he mulled over the rules, he continued to break by returning as often as he did. The damages would go unseen to others, but he felt the sickness steadily growing and spreading throughout. If he had to guess, his current vessel had maybe another year before it died. While he could easily take on another form, doing it too often became complicated. Breaks had to be taken in between each transition and the more frequent meant a longer time lag. These intervals could last years to decades or even centuries with measured in a mortal life cycle.
He had landed in S.Korea about five days ago after spending a few weeks at his shops in China and Japan. In order to not have to explain his necessary absences, Ivan only hired his offspring or his disciples to work for him. This allowed for his businesses to continue to run like clockwork and his clients to remain satisfied. Since S.Korea was his main location, the God had bought a loft a few blocks from his shop to make his commute easier. He had been tied up with a client the entire morning, which was why he was just now going out for a late lunch. The others at the shop were still busy, so as thanks for all their hard work, Ivan decided to order food for the entire staff and pick it up.
Dark hues scanned his phone as he navigated his way through the crowded sidewalk with ease. He briefly glanced up to check his surroundings and make sure he hadnât missed the restaurant. Lowing his phone, his reflexes were fast enough that within the blink of an eye he caught a fist in midair. The fist had been mere inches from making a connection with his jaw, but Ivanâs obsidian hues were focused on the owner of the fist. His free hand slipped his phone into his pocket while his head cocked to the side. âDohyun,â The Godâs voice broke the silence between them, almost like a quiet rumble of thunder. His Yucatecan accent still clung to his words since it took a few months after he returned for it to be less noticeable. He hadnât seen the demigod in ages and that was entirely Ivanâs fault. He knew the younger male was insufferably stubborn and quick to rise in temper.
Knowing any explanation for his absence would fall on deaf ears, Ivan remained silent as he studied Dohyunâs angry expression. A soft chuckle fell from his lips, the tattooed hand still holding onto the demigodâs fist slid down to grab their wrist. âHow do you manage to look adorable even when on the verge of cursing me out?â Ivan stated as he turned their wrist upward before leaning to press a kiss to it. âI miss you too, Dohyun. However, beating your elders isnât the best way to get that across.â He gave an amused smirk and his hold tightened on their wrist. A hard yank and Ivan dragged the demigod away from the crowded sidewalk and down an alleyway. Once they were a good distance from the entrance, Ivan pulled Dohyun into a tight embrace. He pinned the younger maleâs arms against their side to keep them from attempting another punch. âForgive me. I just want to hold you for a bit,â Ivan whispered as his lips press to the side of their temple. âTime doesnât cycle in the same fashion when Iâm home. It is often difficult to track.â He pulled back to meet their gaze, his manner was calm, as usual. âIâm glad to see that youâre still pretty and rude,â He teased lightly, though he didnât release them just yet. âI am on the way to pick up some food. Join me. You can hit me later if the urge remains.â
When someone (@goodevcning ) threatens to have their muse punch yours in the face because they miss them. Thatâs some tsundere love right there.
Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse.
Everything passes, everything wears out, everything breaks.
- French proverb
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Here is a cheat sheet for my blog.
I figured this would help new and old followers who arenât sure where to start. I have added two new muses named Winter and Sangwook. I am also in the process of adding one more muse. (I know. I know.). This last one wonât be ready for a while. I do a lot of research before making each muse, so that is why it takes so long.
I have five muses that are supernatural and three muses that are human.
Supernatural:
Dorian- Immortal. My version of Oscar Wildeâs Dorian Gray. {Biography || Face}
Izumi - Shadow/Blood demon. {Biography || Face}
Ivan- Acat the Mayan God of Piercings and Body modifications. {Biography || Face}
Cassius - Fallen Angel. He was once Cassiel, the Archangel of Solitude and Tears/Temperance. {Biography || Face}
Ember - Witch. The reincarnation of Lilith and high priestess of her coven. {Biography || Face}
Human:
Shadow - Human and a drug lord. {Biography || Face}
Winter- Human who is an empath. {Biography}
Sangwook- Human and the step-brother of @moonaeraa. {Biography || Face}
Keep in mind that being supernatural is not something that my muses would easily make known. They have all acclimated and blended into modern society as if they were normal humans. Unless your muse is supernatural or it has been plotted it would be impossible to tell.
I am open to some AU plots, but it depends on the scenario. Anyway, all muses are open for plots, for now. I hope this helps.

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Cassius felt his breathing come out in erratic gasps as he began to drown under the sudden wave of emotions. He barely paid attention to where he was heading while his feet continued to move forward on autopilot. A million and one thoughts were racing through his head, from Lexâs disappearance to the multitude of murder and missing person cases he had solved. One single thought stood out at the forefront of it all. Angels couldnât actually cry. The act of releasing tears was solely a human reaction when experiencing an overload of good or bad emotions. He had dealt with thousands of arguments with Dorian, all of them ending with the pair fuming at the existence of the other.
This was the first time Cassius had such a severe reaction. As upset as he was from their latest moment of contention, he was mortified by the presence of tears streaming down his face. His retreat came to a halt and he stopped moving halfway down the steps. Several minutes passed while his light-colored eyes stared in horror at his wet hands. At the look on his face, they may as well have been covered in blood. A choked sob fell from his parted lips as his hands began to tremble. He could feel the darkness closing in on him as his mind was attacked with harsh realizations. The presence of tears meant more of his powers were being siphoned away. These tears signaled that he was beginning to transition from Celestial to mortal. They also were a glaring reminder that Cassius was running out of time to use his powers to find Lex.
His grasp on reality was trapped within the overwhelming sensation of his failure. His surroundings had lost all color and Dorianâs apology sounded muffled as if the other male was speaking from far away. However, Cassius turned, his eyes were wide from concealed fear as if he had understood them. He stared up at the brunet though his gaze was looking beyond them. âIâm dying---My God save me...â The curly-haired brunet blurted out, receiving a few startled looks from pedestrians as they passed by. He was too far gone to care about how insane his erratic mutterings made him appear.
Trembling hands moved to gently caress his wet cheeks before his eyes squeezed shut. âH-Help meâŠâ He whispered the plea to his heavenly father in hopes of mercy being bestowed upon him. âI am your faithful servant---please donâtâŠIâve not completed my task...â He paused to release a pitiful laugh and turned to descend the remainder of the cement stairs. As his feet hit the pavement, the Celestialâs mannerism and pace mimicked a zombieâs and his arms fell limp against his side. His crying had stopped though his expression remained troubled. Without a glance in Dorianâs direction, Cassius began to walk away from the police station. He had no intention of working today. The only thought plaguing his mind was getting to his apartment where he could commune with God in private. The desperation was creeping up the back of his neck Cassius had to act fast or heâd face eternal damnation.