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.

이대로온종일뒹굴링 with 달링.

AU character, my girl’s fresh and under some badly needed development so I’m sort of just going with the flow. But here’s what I can tell you about her. Camila’s a down-to-earth chick, not fussed by much and is not the type to involve herself with situations that make her uncomfortable. It’s hard for this girl to get angry or sad— but when it happens, it hits her hard. She’s a pretty intense flirt though her words are purely that, and she doesn’t really mean anything by it. I don’t know what else to say tbh, but you can always come on over and figure out what she’s like instead?

                           「 click². bang. 」

❝Dying is an art, like everything else. 

눈 앞이 검어. 세상은 너무나도 빨리 걸어. 나만 두 다리 절어. 갈 길이 한 없이 멀어. 이 길의 끝엔 뭐가 있을까? 넌 알고 가는 가? 그냥 눈 감은 채 이끌려 간다면 답 아는가? 이런 나의 질문엔 늘 답이 없는 하늘. 일상속에 묶인 두 팔은 꿈조차도 못 잡을 만큼 무거워. 겁이나 갇혀져 버린 나. 오늘 하루만 미친 척 달려버려 어딘가.

❝ i swear, only y o u can comfort me. ❞

       SOYOU. 'NINETY TWO. ONE-FOURTH CUP OF DORK TO SISTAR.

I’m not new, just back from hiding. Hehe— Here are just a few facts I’d like to present before you befriend me: first is that I’m rarely cute. Exhibit above exists only because I actually need to catch your attention. Second is that despite the first one, I’m naturally adorable and lovable. But of course you can only prove all of that when you talk to me, right?

“ I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”

Junmyeon had always been cursed. It was his family’s legacy to live in the oceans, always on the edge of society. There was something whimsical and gorgeous about mermaids, he thought. But nothing about who he was. Instead, he was the distant cousin of nightmares— death personified. Junmyeon was born as a water dweller. Many called them mermaids or water nymphs in error, no he was something much darker much uglier. 

-- the underground is his home, and debauchery is what he strives for.

he is a contagion, designed to ruin you from the inside out. he is dashing and suave, his touch gentle; and yet at the smallest sign of submission he will strike.

                                   ♛  ♛  ♛  ♛

The semester was beginning and Sehun wasn’t too sure how it would go now, especially since the professors in his department were rather upset with him over something that he felt very justified about. As he walked down the busy streets of Seoul, he held tightly onto the books he had just purchased—some were only bought for the sole purpose of tutoring from them. School wasn’t the only thing weighing on his mind this time—what was he to do about that small stack of papers? He had to act soon, didn’t he? He knew what he needed to do, but it was difficult for him to even imagine actually doing it. He—

Will you look at that? He’s dropped his books everywhere.

With a tired sigh he knelt down against the pavement, picking up what he could quickly to save them from being stepped on. He stacked the books one top of another, just like how his worries were doing these last few weeks. Reaching out for the last book he watched in horror as someone stepped on it.

Today just wasn’t going to be a good day.

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Two-thirds of the earth is covered in water, and we've only explored less than five percent of the ocean. 

"Pretty wild, don’t you think?" The young man looks over at you before his attention turns back onto lighting the joint between his fingers, nodding to himself as he lifts it up to take a deep drag. He makes sure to exhale with his head bowed to keep from blowing the smoke in your face. Because that would be rude, and Jongdae has always considered himself a perfect gentleman.

"People are more concerned with aliens and shit on other planets, but what about what’s in our own backyard? If you’ve ever seen anything with deep sea fish, you ought to know there’s some funky stuff down there, and who knows what else." He rubs at his eyes tiredly with his free hand, humming. "Well, maybe we’ll get there someday. In the meantime though— I need something to eat, goddamn am I starving."

park mina. bae kahi. 33. dealer.

                        whether it’s her body or a product—she has been brought up to sell in this crooked world just to provide for her only family member. there is a small part of her that wishes there was more; but there’s another part that is just fine with one. she tells herself that the burden is less to bear. lies, of course, but that’s exactly what keeps people like her afloat.                        her mind is cracked, with thoughts of anger and fits of violence, she is not exactly sure how long it will take until she finally cracks. her niece, way past the breaking point, is subconsciously helping kahi let go of the world (i.e. religion, morals, etc); what’s the point of it all. she’s dying to give in to her bloody obsession.