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´°^°` — ( @uranuit) !             christmas starters

why have there been people saying that to him so often now that the holidays are getting closer and closer by the day, his friends and family and others that were present in that moment to remember? he thought they’d found it entertaining and hilarious to see his drunk ass standing on a table in the very center of the karaoke room they had to themselves for the night, mic in one hand and a fresh glass of soju in the other while he sang and rocked along to some random pop song and taking sips in between like a little girl who were drunk off apple juice while listening to her favourite barbie theme song. they were even recording it the entire time given the morning after he’d seen a video of that god-awful performance saved on his phone, and he didn’t know yet whether he wanted god to bless or curse whomever it was that dug so far into his pocket for his phone to leave him a great surprise in the morning. god, that was embarrassingly good, for someone who were shit-faced, though he did regret it for a bit throughout the length of his hangover. one of the worst he’d ever gotten before, at least for the sake of happiness. 

“what? are you worried? was it that bad?” he snickers under his breath when he cranes his neck towards her, then briefly climbs up to his entire height from his leaning position and twirls forward to settle against the glistening, wooden bar’s edge again, strong arms folded on top of the surface now as he faces the bar entirely. “wasn’t like what i did wasn’t enjoyable. a little chaotic, yes, but,” a little? did he mention that he were kicked out of the building not too long after? initially it was funny, but then he refused to go down without a fight — which didn’t happen, of course. just drunk yelling and persistence.  “we’re doing it here this year. it’s a great place and i wouldn’t be able to get too drunk since i’ll be singing and there’ll be other audiences too.” here as in his bar, which she weren’t yet quite aware of at all. “plus you can’t blame me for doing what i did. like it was super shitty, but i was happy and it was a christmas party. i couldn’t wait until new years.” an in between snort separates his sentences. “besides, don’t you get drunk at parties like that too sometimes, hm?”

      ( `&. JJK ) —“I’m… sorry.” 

« It’ll stop when I decide it, » mumbled words, barely understandable considering the lack of effort the female put into them. The fly of June’s dress met the back of her neck - the two pieces of black lacy fabric reunited to cover the young artist’s back in an elegant manner. In the small, overheated, room, the both ( actually just June! ) had been trying on numerous outfits the stylists had picked out for her. « The unnies told me to take care of this, I am taking care of this. You’ve got to renew your wardrobe, » the palm of her hand ran down the female’s back, gently smoothing the expensive fabric out. Miran than glanced over at her friend into the mirror before the both of them. « What do you think of this one? A gift from a quite popular Korean brand. They’ve been pushing this on your stylists for the last week, I think they won’t take no as an answer. »

SEX + ROMANCE HEADCANONS@uranuit —

                         👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner?

Girl, you know very well that yo homeboy Caleb would never cheat on his partner. He’d despise himself so much, but he’d do everything he could to fix everything if he ever cheated on his girlfriend.

          💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

 @uranuit

                MOONLIGHT  BRUSHES    ———    honey  -  touched  skin  as  soon  as  the  male  steps  out  of  somber  vehicle  ,  the  night’s  cold  zephyr  blowing   //   breathing  on  sharp  features  .   he  looks  stern  ,  more  than  the  usual  , as  if  he’d  just  finished  a  serious  conversation  with  someone  ,  as  if  he  were  about  to  do  NO  GOOD  and  knew  it  well  ;  &&  indeed  ,  he  knows why  he  is  there  ,  understands  what  is  going  to  happen  the  moment  feet  guide  him  into  the  house  before  his  eyes  .  what  a  VICISSITUDE  ,  in  a  moment  a  swimmer  ,  essentially  human  ,  now  a  killer  ,  undoubtedly  a  god  .  the  process  ,  softly  oblique  ladder  which  led  him  ,  downwards  ,  to  have  such  a  demeanor  was  nearly  natural  .  one  word  from  hades’  ‘ human  eyes ‘  and  hands  would  be  blemished  SCARLET  RED  ,  and  in  return  ,  he’d  be  granted  precious  information  about  whatever  happened  in  mount  olympus  ,  material  which  would  be  delivered  by  sweet  persephone  and  her  everlastingly  observant  ,  mud  -  coloured  orbs  ,  every  six  months  ,  when  she’d  venture  the  place  to  bath  earth  in  vernal  freshness  .  a  HONOURABLE  deal  ,  he  thinks  ;  he’d  get  data   &   hades  would  get  souls  .

                   sudden  agitation  is  met  by  PERIPHERAL  VISION  .  he  is  squinting  ,  only  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  rosé  -  tinted  hair  ,  then  a  female  upper  body  ,  followed  by  slim   &   long  legs  as  the  woman  stood  up  after  landling  SMOOTHLY  on  the  grass  surrounding  the  house  .  she  ,  whoever  she  may  be  ,  is  extremely  familiar  ,  not  only  her  whole  figure  but  also  the  way  delicate  hands  move  as  she  brushes  the  dirt  away  from  her  clothes  .  it’s  in  the  back  of  his  mind  ,  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue  ,  trapped   //   stuck  and  ,  yet  ,  he  refuses  to  believe  EVIDENT  TRUTH  .  not  before  stepping  closer  ,  no  .  but  it  is  not  needed  for  him  to  move  ,  nyx  ,  now  properly  named   &   recognized  ,  walks  ,  absentmindedly   //   clueless   ,  towards  the  street  ,  leaving  the  exact  place  he  plans  to  MAKE  A  MESS  at  .  the  god  watches  ,  intent   &   silently  ,  and  she  glances  back  ,  towards  the  building  ,  countenance  soaked  in  worry  ,  perhaps  something  else  ,  soon  replaced  with  shock  as  she  bumps  into  the  male’s  taller  body  ,  a  calculated  motion  of  his  ,  feigning  casuality  and  yet  not  hiding  any  of  his  true  intentions  .

                  ‘   i  saw  that  .  you  were  totally  sneaking  out  !   ‘   accusation  is  anodyne  ,  half  a  smile  playing  on  his  lips  .  what  were  THE  ODDS  ?  encountering  anyone  in  his  list  of  acquaintances  while  out  to  play  the  murderer  had  never  happened  before  ,  not  once  ,  and  maybe  he’s  playing  cool  a  little  too  much  about  it  ,  reason  why  he  looks  around  ,  inspecting  surroundings  for  a  second  .  no  one  is  around  so  late  in  the  night  in  a  FAMILY  neighbourhood  like  that  one  ,  and  he  thanks  the  gods  for  that  ,  finally  returning  attention  to  her  face  ,  realizing  she  had  not  spoken  a  word  ;  so  unusual  of  her  .  and  that’s  when  HE  NOTICES  ,  ultimately  sees  the  injuries  on  her  face  ,  svelte  digits  holding  her  chin  ,  and  even  gentle  touch  is  welcomed  with  a  pain  -  filled  whimper  .  busted  lip  ,  scratched  cheekbones   &   a  blackeye  .   ‘   who  the  fuck  did  this  to  you  ?   ‘   smile  is  no  longer  there  ,  LONG  LOST  ,  replaced  by  rage  that  now  paints  his  eyes  ,  ichor  -  infused  blood  boiling  into  his  veins  ,  jaw  jutted  as  timbre  reverberated  into  atmosphere  ,  lacking  any  of  the  subtle  saccharinity  it  once  harbored  .   ‘   ANSWER  ME  !   ‘   her  silence  aids  in  nothing  ,  falling  in  complete  juxtaposition  to  what  would  be  expected  of  it  ,  solely  adding  to  his  anger  ,  feeding  the  tiny  little  voice  that  would  cry   //   beg  for  him  to  cause  destruction  .

                 PAINT  THE  TOWN  RED  ,    ———    o  powerful  being  ,  and  make  sure  to  make  them  suffer  !   a  deeply  disappointed   &   frustrated  sound  bubbles  in  the  deep  of  his  throat  ,  she  made  her  decision  ,  probably  bit  her  tongue  not  to  say  a  word  ,  but  he  knows  better  and  FUCK  how  much  he  despises  the  thought  .  lids  are  wide  open  ,  and  judging  by  the  way  nyx’s  own  chocolate  irises  tremble  in  fear  ,  he  is  certain  he  is  nothing  but  scary  right  now  ,  but  doesn’t  care  one  bit  ,  swiftly  moving  to  open  one  of  the  car’s  doors  .  he  is  meant  to  be  scary  anyway  ,  ancient  bones  carefully  drawn  to  make  enemies  SHAKE  in  his  presence  .   ‘   get  in  .   ‘   he  commands  ,  dry  ,  but  does  not  wait  more  than  two  seconds  for  a  reaction  ,  grabbing  her  arm  ,  fingers  kind  in  contrast  to  his  eminent  wrath  as  he  forces  her  to  enter  the  vehicle  .   ‘   stay  here  ,  do  not  dare  to  fucking  move  .   ‘   warning  is  spoken  by  poisoned  tongue  ,  and  he  makes  a  pause  ,  brows  deeply  furrowing  ,  eyelids  sliding  shut  afore  he’d  inhale  a  sharp   &   deep  breathing  ,  digits  running  through  dark  hair  .   ‘   i  will  take  care  of  this  .  ‘   door  is  closed  behind  him  ,  words  directed  more  to  his  ears  than  to  anyone  else’s  ,  and  he  strides  towards  damned  house  ,  mutters  a  soft  ‘ cz  75 sp  -  01 ‘  before  semi  -  automatic  pistol  appears  in  his  hand  .  he  is  ready  to  WREAK  HAVOC  ,  and  if  before  he  had  poor  reasons  ,  now  they  are  more  than  reasonable  .

SHIPS THEM TO THE MOON AND BACK and ain’t no one gonna stop me tbh :// i get kinda emo when i talk about nyx and axel because, listen girl, she’s the only person he’d be totally willing to tell his secret to… and though i know i’m gonna die after this, look, he cares about her, like, wants to protect her and all :// I AM EMO I AM GOING TO STOP.