#yoongixde

★ kyungri & yoongi : perpetual taming lessons *italicized is kyungri : bolded is kyungri & yoongi : plain text is yoongi

I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean ... If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it 

- Castle by Halsey

She says, "Oh, baby boy, you know we're gonna be legends I'm a queen and you'll be made a king and we will stumble through heaven If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight" Do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And they're running, running, running Do you feel like a young god? She says, "Oh, baby boy, don't get cut on my edges I'm the queen of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"

- Young God by Halsey w/slight alterations

Everybody wants to know If we fucked on the bathroom sink How your hands felt in my hair If we were high on amphetamines And everybody wants to hear How we chainsmoked until three And how you laughed when you said my name And how you gripped my hips so mean We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

( @yoongixde )

♛ –  < *– A personified abattoir was she, blood pooling behind her eyelids that fell heavily over the charcoal gaze which burned holes into her naked palpebrae. Her body could not scream in pain for she was devoid of humanity and so she sat, emotionally exhausted, in stifling silence as the scene of moments prior replayed in the deity’s mind.

“Will you heed to reason?”

A strangled body hung in its dignified morbidity, the decapitated head of its partner having been forced into the broken ribcage of the primary target. Tongueless, their severed lingua remained intertwined forcefully through the work of a learned skin welder, a clean black mark of burned flesh holding the two dried muscles together as they hung loosely out of the ripped slacks of the man who had dared approach the cornered Zeus. 

There had been so much blood that now accumulated in the gruesome scene that played behind the grinning god’s eyelids, her hands crimson and neatly folded on her lap whose white pencil skirt was decorated in a collage of partners’ lifeblood. Albeit tense from the exchange of blows, the king eased herself with a faint sigh that intermingled with the heavy scent of iron and rigor mortis of the bodies that had been hanging - one more whole than the other - for five hours in an idle display in front of the Organization member’s home. Surely, it wasn’t Apate’s fault that the unfortunate members of his petty union had been appointed with the task of binding and withdrawing Zeus from her nightly routine, but it was his very reliance on his equally inconsequential hopes that had piqued Kyungri’s hostility to such a point that the man of the married corpses bore her gruesome message on his arms for the lost deity.

“I’m done / waiting.” 

Scalped, the blood that flowed through his small-minded cranium formed a small rose ring around his head - his arms extended to fully express the engraved message on his arms that had been done by a precise tool that left the letters branded in a deep charcoal on his faintly tan skin that could not be admired in the ungodly hour that it was.

3AM. Some may call it the hour of the devil and others may have grown to understand why and accept the notion when they saw the morbid corpse splayed and pinned to the tree it hung on by its own entrails that had been removed to form as a multi-tiered rope, making space for the bulbous head of the obnoxious woman who had known not to yell before Zeus who was all too eager to clip her tongue and leave it, as aforementioned, in the pocket of what the deity assumed to be her husband from the matching bands they wore on their ring fingers. A travesty.

To Kyungri, it was but an inconvenience to have to have gotten her clothes stained in their blood before she could properly cauterize her sources of impatience.

「 *✉  → yoongi 」 : (3:04AM) Do you have time? I have a present for you if you would just open your door. I’ve been waiting outside for some time to let you sleep at least somewhat before I intrude on you.

taemin was walking through the streets of seoul -- one of the less busy days of his life. and actually time to work less and follow another aim he had for a while. he wasn't a god; only a half god if anything but this didn't make him less dangerous. and this didn't make him less of a target of the organization. and to be honest, he had a big dislike towards them due to the fact that they always refused to see how precious taemin was. how could they even think about killing him? him, narcissus, that was always known for his beauty. however -- it wasn't that easy to destory an organization with a bunch of stupid humans inside. and it was even less easy to find where the hell they were located. and, obviously, he didn't know anyone who worked there to begin with. that was a given that he wouldn't make friends with anyone who was working there. but still; taemin wanted to get into there and destroy them from the inside -- slowly and cruel. that were the thoughts of the boy who just sat down on an empty bench to pull out his phone and check his hair the nth time the day with the camera. a soft hum escaped his lips and a sigh was given while he took a shot of a pouty little boy and yet he still made sure the bran of the jeans jacket was visable. and the moment he uploaded that small little photo he already heard the money flowing. well, this was the life of a lifestyle blogger. though those less professionell photos were those who would get him less money; of course. taemin got up from his place again while his phone almost had a break down by all the comments he received for his photo. every sane person would have turned the notifications off. but of course narcissuss needed this. he needed to bath in all the compliments. he walked over to a little small booth that seemd to sell coffee-to-go; and this was exactly what he needed right now. he shoved his hands into his pokets while he waited for his turn. it was amazing how many reborn were actually around him; at least he could feel it. he couldn't point out who exactly it was neither how many but he knew they were close by; just how they would know that he was here. it was a fleeting feeling that he ignored most of the time. and today even more when all he needed were damn humans that wanted to kill him; and make friends with him. that seemed easy, right? oh, such a joke. but taemin was so full of himself that he honestly thought it would be easy for him to get through with his plan.