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kyungsoo  ft.  taemin  moodboard  for  @feardrawn

   when he was little, Lei used to think heroes were the coolest when they faced danger without any fear to die. he was young and impressionable, like any kid his age. like any kid, once he grew up and got the first tastes of the world they lived in, whatever childish fantasy he maintained was crushed under the weight of reality. all pieces of it were broken beyond repair, shards with cutting edges and dust lifting on the wake of tragedy. fast forward to this moment in time and Lei is certain that the only heroes that exist in this world are nowhere to be found. 

   Taemin's unwavering gaze is comforting in its own way, at least to Lei that is. he doesn’t sugarcoats his dilemma, doesn’t tell him to have hope. perhaps the nature of his existence doesn’t allow for ‘ good ’ things to take place in his thoughts but who is Lei to know how the mind of infernal devices work? he knows how to hold a scalpel like it’s not a tool that can end lives with one second of hesitance as it is used. but scalpels don’t talk and don’t have ideas on their own. 

         ❝ no, i could never give you peace ❞   ------  @feardrawn​​

IT’S  ALMOST  LAUGHABLE  ------to  think  that  max  could  ever  experience  something  like  peace.  not  in  this  lifetime,   when  everything  she’s  ever  cared  about  has  been  tainted  by  war.  but  she  knows  better  than  to  let  that  laughter  take  form.  now  is  not  the  time  to  give  in  to  hysterics.

there  are  turbulent  waves  of   emotion  rushing  through  her  as  if  called  upon  by  a  storm,  but  max  is  all  calm  waters  on  the  surface  ------still  and  steady.   

          ❝  what  if  it’s  not  peace  that  i’m  looking  for  ?  ❞     not  war,   either,   no.   she’s  seen  too  much  of  it.  but  they  are  already  in  conflict,   and  there  are  too  few  among  them  with  the  power  to  do  anything  about  it.    ❝  you  can  change  all  of  this  ---  ❞   there’s  nervous  energy  threatening  to  betray  her  as  it  hums  along  her  skin,   but  her  expression  remains  calm,   save  for  the  insistence  in  her  eyes.    ❝  ---   i  know  you  can.   what’s  stopping  you ?  ❞ 

folklore meme   ›   accepting

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 as her brisk pace continues, rapid motion of slim arms an attempt at further increasing pace. ❝  And your total utter lack of discretion is deeply predictable.  ❞ The last thing she needs is him tailing her like some hateful guru she’d never asked for. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED HER WHAT SHE WANTED ? Peter hadn’t, Jackson never did, and even Scott and Stiles made their own assumptions. For once, she’s acting of her own accord ──── she ought to have anticipated it would be short lived. ❝  I’m fully aware of what I’m doing, ❞ ( she’s not burning out ), ❝  So you can stop trying to manipulate me into giving up. I’m not that stupid.  ❞

Jaesun kept his distance from anything or anyone related to Heaven (or Hell, if he could help it), but often rumors floated his direction anyway. One dingy bar or another, one demon or vampire with loose lips, and he’d know if there were angels in the area that he needed to be wary of – or if he needed to get out of town altogether. The rumors he was hearing now, though, were a bit different. Hell was rising up; Lucifer was tired of playing second fiddle while stuck in whatever circle of Hell he’d been relegated to, and the Heaven was on the offensive.

More angels than usual were making their presence known, looking for demons to torture for information. Those same demons with the loose lips were spilling Jaesun’s name like water through a sieve, but his name wasn’t the only one being dropped…

                   ❝   i  need  to  do  something,  fucked  up  nothing .  ❞

     ❛           we    could    get      arrested      for    this.           ❜