Ok. Actual Starter Call

ok. actual starter call <3

[ GAZE ] levi & yon

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

taking a liking to the compelling aura of nightlife in seoul, the pair had made it regular to lose themselves as a duo within the neon swaying crowds of euphoric individuals much like themselves, seeking that undeniable buzz that showed through sweaty palms, lustful touches from a stranger and strains that drowned out any fucked up thoughts they had. even if it was just for a moment.

the separation happened a little after the two had decided to room together : well, levi getting kicked out of his adobe and deciding with little to no discussion he would be “crashing” on her sofa. which, as hard as the two clawed their way into standing firm with that decision - they’d both end up tangled together in her sheets. yon had grown fond of levi, so much so “comfort boy” became a common love tag she’d bandage him with, a rare feat when it comes to the dames. perfect sounding trope if the ugly was shadowed and locked away and in real life, it isn’t.

they’re almost yelling. yon especially. little frustrations building up. he’s in HER space. he’s a huge part of HER life. she cares. she can’t do that? can she? is this a panic attack? his voice feels distant, almost inaudible. she’s drowning in that muffled intensity, allowing it to wash over her as hands sat on both sides of her head, her nails clawing in at her ebony strands. she’d crossed the line, but so had he. yon was aware, maybe levi wasn’t? maybe that’s why he kept trying. trying to get through to her. deep down, part of her wanted to fix this. but it wasn’t enough to speak over the nagging doubt that she’d been hurt. again. the looming guilt that swallowed her ; she’d allowed this to happen. again. 

this would be the last time. the last time she’d let her guard down around anybody. “get out, levi.” her gaze raises, her normal nonchalant tone was intimidating enough, but the way she spat this was almost venomous, “leave. now.”

it’d been a month. maybe more. she’d dressed in black, finding her footing in that enigmatic crowd of people i’d mentioned earlier. she’s angry. yon is furious. the dames’ is allowing herself to feel this, wallow in it- even. the one thing she isn’t allowing herself to process, is the sadness. the emptiness without him. without her comfort boy. 

as her body gently sways to the rhythm, colliding with those around her but no bother ; her optics flutter shut as she loses herself to the music. a hand finds her side, a small smirk creeps onto her face, lifting flushed cheeks as she dances with the stranger for a moment. her eyes remain closed, that smirk dances and curves into a smile as her mind wonders ; imagining the one who stood beside her to be levi- once realisation sets in of what she's doing her eyes open, widening as she pushes off the individual who was pretty cool about the whole thing. there was a dismissive apology from yonnie before she spins to the right, preparing to leave. this wasn’t what she wanted. she knows what she wants. she needs to go and get it.

thats why she almost drops to her knees as she makes eye contact with the familiar male from across the floor, he’s sat at a booth, staring directly in her direction, his expression was hard to read. it’s almost like... he knew. she felt weak, embarrassed and uncertain of what to do in this situation. he didn’t move. normally he would make the first move - but she knows in this situation she should. so, reluctantly and teary eyed, yon approaches.

“i’m sorry.”

celebritz​:

            grayscale   water   turns   to   snow            ,            ice   froths   in   the   river   as   sky   turns   hard   as   shinning   stone   pale   sun   should   be   making   her   shiver.   but   since   her   heartbeat   turned   to   sparking   wires         &.         whirring   fans   its   been   so   bitter.         ❝      i   always   want   winter   to   go   but   wish   for   it   when   summer   comes         ❞         flakes   fall   from   the   ashen   sky         ,         flame   turns   to   a   cinder   just   like   how   her   last   mania   stole   their   last   high         &.         their   fingers   have   cyan         &.         copper   in   their   tips.   

╰   ––––––– ✧ STARTER      :   @lofikids​

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ hot   air   fell   shakily   from   the   female’s   lips.   her   fingers,   (   torn   apart   by   the   glacial   downcast   that   penetrated   pale   undertones   with   its   harsh   caress.   )   she   tucks   them   neatly   into   her   tattered   patchwork   pockets   as   optics   warm   up   to   the   female   opposite.   sierra   sighs,   “   that’s   the   case   for   a   lot   of   things,   at   least   i   think   so.   we   don’t   realise   how   badly   you   miss   something   until   it’s   gone.   human   nature.   “                   

              its been 2 weeks since the disappearance of mika song. today on social media her family have made a plea to the public for any information on their daughter’s whereabouts. she was last seen with her friend known to the public as  “JO2.”

in the trail of fire i know we will be free again, in the end we will be one. in the trail of fire ill burn before you bury me, set your sights for the sun.

tw: religious topic, religious trauma, gore?, this ones fucked up ok, also its quite long

she drags the red lipstick carelessly, it somehow falls perfectly. the bright tones drawing attention from the darkened haze that lingered in her lifeless optics that sat dormant on the male 2 feet in front of her. a floorboard creaks beneath them, the sound bouncing off of the decrepit oak walls that cornered the two off from the rest of the world, it alarms him. his fear is made evident with a quite tremble. mika loves it. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ blessed be. mae jesus yn dy garu di.  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍translation: jesus loves you. she watched as the realisation sets in, oh how she revelled in the dismay.  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ don’t be frightened. remember, nothing shall disturb your slumber. nothing shall bring you harm, uncle. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍mike raised a hand, bringing it down harshly to collide with his bloodied cheek. there’s a rush. a feeling. it’s strange. it’s powerful. she loves it. mika loves it. any anxiety that might of sat with her from her flight between seoul and wales had left as that glorious sensation sparked through her veins. this was the right thing to do. her blood lips curve into a smile. her hand comes down again. and again. and again. he’s crying. she’s not stopping.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍  ‍ ‍“‍  ‍ ‍ my child.  ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ she repeats this phrase to him. he’s 45. she doesn’t care. she wants them to experience that she felt. the blessings their god had given her, all those years ago. it’s her turn to deliver the message. through the cracked glass she spots a female, staring unconsciously into the fire that burned in the centre of their little village. her eyes seemed longing, pained. lost. uncertain. she’s muttering something silently to herself, mika can’t quite figure it out. her mother tongue was lost along with the suffering and hatred her brain locked deep away. as the brunette stared at this young girl, there was a tight feeling growing in her chest. with each blink her face got more and more fuzzy. was she starting to cry? why? prying away her vision for a moment to collect her thoughts mika fought the urge to look again. it was too strong. tearful eyes wander back and the girl is staring her way now. except, it wasn’t “a young girl” it was her. mika song. exactly how she stood that night. the night before everything changed. a voice snaps her out of her own head, it’s jojo. her anxiety melts away and she almost immediately wipes away her tears. they have a job to do. her feet stumble as she takes a step back from the male in the chair and adjusts her collar. her hand gestures toward the door and she shoo’s him off with a warm smile. 

jojo questions her, mika responds simply with, ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ he needed to be punished. he was breaking rules. it wouldn’t like that, you know it wouldn’t. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍she repeats a couple more phrases in welsh before brushing past him to the front door. mike watched as the male scrambled back to his hut across town. the stars above them judged silently as their light kept the night sky alive. everything was ever-changing, nothing ever stayed. but the stars, the sky, they’d seen it all. they knew what she’d been through - what her and jojo had been through. their judgement was beautiful, it was wanted, it was desired. it’d always be there, their emotions may change, their thoughts may repress. but stars don’t forget - not until death. mika didn’t fear death, not anymore. her father always taught her that death is the most beautiful part of life, that to fear death, is to love. fear is the most important emotion, it brings awareness. when you’re afraid it forces you to be completely aware of your surroundings, it makes you truly present. when you’re truly present thats nirvana. that’s pure love. death is pure love. nothing shall disturb your slumber, nothing shall do you harm. mika’s soft hands, drowned in a dark red find jojo’s cheek, her thumb reassuringly rests on the surface, gently caressing it - returning for him that same melt of anxiety he’d awarded her with earlier. her gaze dances between the sky and his eyes, he’s never changing. her friend, through everything. his stare, it was sad. cold. it might be hard for another to see that, he hid it well. but mika saw it. the agony these people caused him,  it doesn’t leave you. like the stars. 

their home, as broken and as fucked up as it was built up to be. was gone. it was gone forever. so why must the memories linger so? why the longing for a home of the past? why does she want to build something so desperately. is it the hiraeth that’s haunted her? is it the desire to prove something to her father who ran this cult before her? is it to give somewhere jojo can feel safe? to give levi somewhere to feel safe? is it to fulfil her own selfish hunger to inflict her her sorrow onto others?

mika’s loving eyes aren’t the same. there’s something bigger behind them, something dark. sinister. it’s a leading emotion, it’s hard to read but she isn’t the same. this place, it’s changing her. the air, the memories, the people, the leadership, god. her new relationship with him. it’s all building on her already fucked up state completely trapping her in a nonsensical way of thinking. but it’s for the greater good. she knows that. jojo knows that. as fucked up as this mentality is, she has people to care for. a purpose. a home. a chance to make things right. to fix things. to fix the mess she caused all those years ago. 

[ LEAN ] thomas x yon ?

sexual tension prompts! <3

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

there she stood. vibrating bass that almost echoed through her system with a crescendo silence, her shaky fingers occupied by a shitty plastic cup with contents unknown to her and probably the one who provided her with it. neon lights intoxicate her state of mind, she wants to move, to dance. oh fuck. realisation seeps in and her posture stiffens, seemingly frozen where she stood as the thoughts flood in like waves. 

it’d been what? a month? since she’d asked somebody to accompany her in a dance - the craving- the lust to play god with another’s fate had faded out for what yon felt, to be forever. quietly, dames curses to herself, allowing eyes flutter ever so gently shut as a nervous sigh tumbled from lips painted purple- a moment of calm.

the room grew a little darker and yon found her optics snapping open at the sudden shift, they find a hand beside her - she follows it up until there’s a face in view. any annoyance melts away as realisation hits of who the hand belongs too. thomas. she’d gotten comfortable with him recently so there’s almost a smile as he leans a little closer. ‘you okay?’ he’d shout beside her ear, to them both- it was seemingly a whisper in all that noise. yon didn’t care. yon didn’t even process what it was he said. her gaze sat innocently on his, remaining there as these new thoughts about him popped into her head. heart, racing. there’s a growing feeling of guilt in her gut, why would she want to risk this with thomas? of all people? what was wrong with her? of course, these questions were all internal. physically, her arms wrapped over his shoulder- shameless, she’s smiling, mirroring his action & tone of voice;

"i’m fine. dance with me?”

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .