❝ GOD LIKE. ❞

零 I’d do nothing with you.

一 I’d talk to you.

二 I’d hug you.

三 I’d kiss you on the cheek.

四 I’d cuddle with you.

五 I’d make out with you.

六 I’d fondle and caress you.

七 I’d jerk you off.

八 I’d stimulate you orally.

九 I’d have penetrative sex with you.

            So. A ‘gem’ of a starter in the krp follow tag and the recent wave of directory/collective ads in it gave me a thought: why don’t we start tagging our muse ads #krp gen, #krp au, #krp oc, and/or #krp muse? Looking for general muses? There’s a #krp gen tag for that. AU? Tag #krp au for that. OC? Tag #krp oc for that. Just want the whole bunch of MUSE ads, not ads for DIRECTORIES and STARTERS? Tag #krp muse for that. I think it’d solve the clutter issue. Hell, we could have #krp lit and #krp illit, too. Basically what I’m saying is: less clutter, easier to find what you want, why not try it out? Take the pledge and reblog to spread the word.

        { * }  Jae Hwan’s ivory gaze scanned the area surrounding him, sniffing out for the delicious, crimson scent of his nightly feast throughout the haze-coated city street.  Dressed in a simple leather jacket and dark jeans he managed to steal from a small thrift store within the previous week, Jae Hwan knew that any clueless, alcohol-induced teenager wouldn’t be able to resist his irresistible charms.

He should have paid attention, he should have sensed another creature flying down beside him, but the sudden sharp claws digging into his shoulder took the vamp by surprise, his body jerking to the side in attempt to shake off the beast with an annoyed growl, but to no avail, his hand reaching to yank the creature out from his jacket, a small amount of blood coating the flailing bird’s claws.  It didn’t worry the boy much—it would heal in a matter of a couple minutes anyways.

"You said it yourself, something in the line of ‘my dinner is running away, let’s go’"

She pointed out. Her mind was a little more calm to the situation but her senses hadn’t all come back. She walked away from him, forward, and started searching through some old boxes set aside from a house until she let out a happy scream and came back to his side holding a mouse.

She heard the girl emit a shrill scream, and yep, he was pissed.  The girl practically bounced back toward him, her bird-like face staring into his ivory eyes as she presented a mouse to him...for some reason.  Jae Hwan looked dumbfounded, honestly, wondering what afflicted the girl.  If she was a vampire herself like she claimed, why would she present a mouse to him as if he could eat it?  Did the girl even love herself?  Feasting off of mice and rodents, she must not know how to hunt, the male thought to himself.  But with that shrill voice of hers, I doubt she could attract someone within a mile radius.  "That's... nice," the male muttered, attempting not to lash out at the rather annoying girl.  

­“Well, I don’t really know if it will kill you. I’ve only had two vampires drink my blood. One died, one didn’t. I think it depends on how strong you are.” Or perhaps, one had tried to take it by force and he had retaliated in fright, while the other had been a classmate in high school who he had willingly given his blood to. Maybe it depended on whether he gave consent or not. It wasn’t something he could ask one of his brothers either – they were far too selfish to offer their blood up to a person in need. They had lost all of their purity the second that they had lost their white wings.

"I'll be fine.. I have more self control than to lash out at someone randomly," Jae Hwan muttered, however his voice becoming slightly more gravelly as the two sauntered through the rather damp city street, wet from the snow melt from days earlier.  Jae Hwan sighed in an irritated manner; he didn't know how far he went, truly.  His face looked up toward the buildings, searching for any familiar land marks, eventually calculating where he was from his previous position.  "About four blocks I think.  Not too far."

' Whenever someone creates something with all of their heart, then that creation is given a soul. '

At lease that’s what people say. But no one actually believes it. He finds it easier that way; since it would be so hard to explain to people his situation. How he’s in a painting, hanging in a gallery turning the day - then working in a resturant at night.

­His knowledge was limited to what his elder brethren chose to tell him – ignorance was strength, after all. No good for the younger and more emotionally controlled fallen angels to get any ideas or learn things that they weren’t meant to learn. He had just met his first Nephilim a few weeks ago; before that, he had believed that they were simply myths to terrify them, or at least extremely rare with his older brothers ‘taking care’ of them on a periodic basis.

Jae Hwan was rather surprised when the other held out his wrist for him, causing the male to stop in his tracks.  Of course he knew that angel blood would kill, which made Jae Hwan question why the other held out the wrist to him in the first place.