me&thedevil

Well, I guess I’ll start off with saying I’m dropping any threads from October that I haven’t replied to. Not because I want to, but because I keep telling myself I’ll get to them and... I haven’t. So I’m biased but I wish I weren’t.

I’m also working through some major muse changes (for two, specifically), but with the way my blog is set up, I’ve diabolically put myself through the wringer on that one. And I still haven’t gotten as far as setting up pages on my newest triad orz

And I was wondering if kick starting my muse would help if I became somewhat multiverse/ship? Because of my insistence with singleverse a lot of my threads are based around stranger-meetings which works okay with me because that’s how I find who has the best chemistry and who does not but---..... as far as shipping goes, I’ve considered having dualship for my ban/pi muses, with one of those being secondary and “canon-divergent” if you will. 

“I’m pretty sure you’d sit around and abuse a tree with tick marks just to sit around and abuse a tree with tick marks, not for the sake of us being apart.” Bringing her knees up to her chest Jihyun’s eyes stay attentive towards the ocean, watching the waves push and pull at the shoreline. Though it had been quite a while since the two have seen each other Jihyun was almost sure in how Dahee would be. It was always the same, like the waves against the sand just a game of back and forth, sometimes a gentle back and forth while other times it was rough and demanding. It’s just how they both were, vintage them. Vintage Dahee. Honesty was never hard around the other for Jihyun, she knew that the demon never took too many things as personal attacks. She always liked their banter that move from one extreme to another. “Nostalgic you? Where have I seen that before? Hm, the last time you visited say some 70 years ago you were feeling nostalgic then too. It’s cute, a thinking you.” A laugh leaves her lips as soon as she hears Dahee’s attempt to refute her own words. Leave it to the demon to imagine the most dramatic visuals. Not holding back the smile spreading across her lips Jihyun tears her eyes away from the sea to face the latter. “Knowing me, I’d eat the shark first. Or we’d become friends and I’d get it to try and bite you, just for fun.” Sending her own wink Dahee’s way, Jihyun lets her relaxed smile stay. It wasn’t ever a bad thing to have the other around, not at all, yet eventually it would always turn out… Sour. “Next time I see you I should remember to have a lighter on hand for you to play with, but then again, you don’t really need on. You and your penchant for fire, you should date fire instead.” Jihyun playfully suggests to the latter, but she knew that between the two of them, Dahee was the fire.

Dahee resisted the urge to flash her nails in response to the comment; if the trees could speak, their cries would certainly be heard across the country from the demon terrorizing them. What else was a girl supposed to do when her claws were unsightly? Normal human manicures weren’t going to cut it, literally. “Maybe. Apparently it’s not ‘environmentally friendly’ to do so anymore, so I’ve tried to lay off the habit,” she shrugged as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Doesn’t matter anyway, with how the world looks today. Was it better or worse back when you were young, grandma?” Despite oft hating her youth, a literal opportunity of exclusion when it came to major world events, Dahee never passed up a chance to make someone feel worse for being older. 

BOLD  YOUR  MUSE’S  PREFERENCE  !!

001. MOVIES

comedy or action? 

romance or horror? *dahee voice* DUH!!

adventure or drama?

historical or musicals?

sci-fi or westerns? what a movie buff

002. FOOD

tea or coffee? 

cake or pie?

fruit or vegetables? what’s healthy food to an immortal shapeshifting demon??

sweet or spicy?

cereal or oatmeal? what is she, an ancient one??

bagels or cookies?

sandwich or PIZZA!!! 

003. NATURE

early bird or night owl?

summer or winter? 

city or countryside?

cats or dogs? 

hiking or swimming?

forest or meadow? is there a beach option???

004.  MISC.

hugs or kisses? good for choking the life out of some-- and i oop-

books or movies?

shorts or long pants?

monopoly or sorry? 

comic books or novels?

showers or baths?

chess or checkers? if you can’t tell by now, dahee doens’t care for long thought

hip-hop or classical music? 

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❤: Opinion on love

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☯: Do they believe in karma?

“What else could possibly fuel the world?” Siri rolls her eyes. “There is this giant cosmic dance of push and pull going on in this universe and yet people act oblivious to it. And! It’s not just karma, you know? I mean karma is just another word to describe it. But give and you get, take and you lose. Fuck around and get fucked! Right? I mean, the people who have everything in the world are clearly empty inside.” She makes a flippant gesture before pulling a cigarette. “It must be the moon and the tides, or the sun and the seasons.” She pauses as she lights the stick. “Or maybe we can’t be happy without being miserable too.” Her smile comes all too sincerely. 

☽ : Favorite time of day

      Often Lyla thought Jonghwan kept her young ; considering he always seemed to get the gears winding in her mind. The topic in question was one she knew could go to far , especially when he brought up the idea of never undressing again. ❛ Well you’d still need to go to the bathroom .. and while being cold isn’t ideal you’d need to have some hygiene. ❜ She didn’t want to think of never showering again , let alone being around other’s in the same situation. ❛ Sex would warm you up though … they say if someone is cold laying flesh to flesh is the fastest way to share body warmth. ❜ She smiled as she propped her chin up against her palm ; watching his slow progression to her fries. She reached forward to take his hand before lowering it into the warm fries beneath. ❛ You know I don’t mind sharing … but you should just do it instead of stopping half way. ❜ She laughs softly.

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✟ : Religious beliefs

They look between each other, all wearing an identical quizzical expression, impressed anyone would ask such a question. Jaekyung is the first to speak and with utmost confidence. “I think it’s brilliant, religion.” She pauses and tilts her head slightly. “When you’re in charge. Followers are mere imbeciles otherwise. If I’m being candid.” Her eyes are sharp and serious. 

Hanbin can’t hold in his own eye roll, her deviant answer ever irritating. “When aren’t you being candid?” He clears his throat and straightens his posture. “The thing is that we weren’t raised in a religious home. We don’t have those sorts of beliefs. It’s all kind of weird to me personally. I don’t get how people fall for that when there’s no evidence. Of God and Gods. Of miracles.” He pulls at his collar. “We all know I hate to agree with her but, Jae’s got a point. Isn’t it just another form of control? We lucked out, our parents were indifferent. It could’ve been worse.”

There’s a moment where Jaekyung and Hanbin lock in stares, filled with tension yet understanding, until they both look to the youngest Moon, Miyeon. Her pinky is wrapped around a strand of her hair, and she’s looking down at the floor. “I think it’d be nice.” She stops to look to her elder siblings, as if they’re to prevent her from speaking further. They say nothing, so she continues. “To have someone watching over you, taking care of you and your world. Knowing when you die, it doesn’t have to be over. I think we would’ve been luckier believing it, even if it were a lie.” 

Agent Song is definitely a handsome man. Sharp, defined features which could cut glass, a voice deep enough to send chills down anyone’s spine but to think that he owns such an innocent mind is almost odd but refreshing all the same. As much as he tries to keep his cool with her, the demoness’ unpredictability seemed to throw the suave man off and to see him recollect himself was always amusing. Maybe that’s why she had missed his presence. For the eye candy but for his behaviour as well. “If I tell you that I could help you … would you come and see me more often?”

Obviously, she’s teasing him but the demoness wouldn’t be surprised that there would be some sort of link to her own organisation or certain events transpired with her own influence. There won’t be an obvious link or connection to her, but there’s always a dotted line to her. But he doesn’t need to know that … maybe. She’s more curious on what goes about in that mind of his, what does it take for her or anyone to break that moral compass of his. Sure, maybe the force needs more people like him  - someone who’s uptight, calculated, honest. It would definitely take a whole lot to corrupt the man but it was a challenge the demoness was willing to take on.

“If not girlfriend then maybe … boyfriend?” she gave a smile, lowering her foot from his leg as she leaned her palms back against his table, keeping her eyes on him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s not crawling all over her like most men would ( which is a pity because she would love to have him worship her ). “Work that could be done the following day and the day after. You can’t solve everything in a day and especially by yourself.”

The offer sang like a church choir to the agent, though still he heard a hint of the devil conducting the show. His brows were both lifted by curiosity and almost immediate acceptance, though the man had to restrain himself. Informants were tricky business, part of a practice he rarely utilized or even believed in to begin with. Anastasia’s attractiveness easily put her out above the rest, otherwise folk foul with the scent of alcohol and bodily fluids staining their unwashed clothes littered the clean building. But if he wasn’t to taken on the intelligence services’ main broker, the woman before him still had to make it worth his while. “If,” he began sternly, his voice the closest he’d come to ever tempt taming the woman, “If your aid proves consequential to any of my cases or those of which the national intelligence service can greatly benefit from... then I would be glad to work with you.” 

Byungho snatched a pen from the organizer on his desk and removed a neatly kept notepad from the drawer on his left. Incapable of distinguishing whether she actually had anything to offer at that point, he remained focused on his work and he’d show it. Should his neglected superior appear at any moment, the agent would have something to show for all the disrespect, even if unintentional. “Shall we begin then? If necessary, we can go somewhere more private.” The office was plagued by lingering eyes and ears, result of all the investigators accumulated in one room.

resentment bubbles up in his chest the longer he looks at this boy who is outwardly unaffected – he can’t claim he knows what goes on in that fucked up brain of his. hanbin has never been aware of anything outside of his capacity, he is so utterly in tune with himself that there is no room for another person. so the fact that jonghwan has managed to nestle his way into his life and wreck havoc on his emotions pisses him of more than he can put into words. he wants to see the hurt and the anger that mirrors his own fucked up turmoil flash across his face – rather he seems nonchalant and unbothered by his words. it further irks him that he finds himself almost longing for the others touch; for the warmth that bleeds from his skin and makes hanbin forget for even a minute, the way his name slips from the others kiss swollen lips breathlessly, needy. but lust waters down to rage and he’s out of his chair and crossing the the space between them in only seconds. long fingers reaching out to the others face and gripping his chin, ripping his head upwards as dark eyes glower down at his alluring form. “is this fun for you, asshole? you like teasing me and taunting me? what do you get out of it…huh? I bet you open your mouth and fucking run it to everyone you know.” his fingers tighten and his jaw clenches, as if daring him to say that he does. men are his vice and will be his ultimate downfall, he knows that. “whats wrong with you, jonghwan? you want me to use you, huh? you’re a fucking sick freak.” he threatens and insults in the same breath, pushing his face away from him and letting his knee press against the bed which groans under his weight. 

❝ ⋆⋆⋆ a starter for the lovely @thedarktriads from HYESONG.

“what about this one?” hyesong emerges from the dressing room in a loose fitted bodycon style dress with a halter neck, emerald green in colour and a modest slit that comes halfway up her left leg. she’s not used to being so formal, and dresses were never practical in her line of work, so it was rare that she was given an opportunity to dress up. however, being with sunhwa has brightened hyesong’s life in more ways than one, including her rather plain wardrobe.

her fingers smooth down one side of her waist, and while she likes the way it hugs her curves, her humble modesty makes for a solid flush coming across her skin. “it’s not too much, is it? i don’t know if i can wear something like this,” she admits, unused to unwarranted attention and spending money on things that seemingly didn’t matter. she knew, however, that sunhwa would look absolutely stunning in something such as this, and it never failed to show or impress hyesong. “i want to look nice at the gala, but …” she trails off, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she concentrates. “i still have two more to try on, though!”

In between fashion shoots (or so Sunhwa had imagined them to be), she either clapped or hissed away at whatever the employees dare to bring for her beloved. As a matter of fact, any lowly workers even laying their wicked eyes upon Hyesong had been forbidden by the woman, and they left the room in haste when the model emerged, lest they be attacked. Without missing a beat, her intense glares transformed into soft smiles towards the girl exiting her privacy. If Sunhwa could have had it her way, no curtain would separate them, but still she had to maintain her darling’s innocence in front of any deplorables.